Cisel walked through Bree, the town she had once called home. She decided she really did not feel like sitting in the loud, hectic Pony just for an ale, though ale did sound unimaginably astounding to Cisel. However, she just purely did not want to deal with the people. So instead, Cisel turned a corner, heading to what was for her, memory alley. Yet to anyone else, that alley would be nothing but revolting filth lined with gaunt faces and pleading hands. To Cisel, it was nothing but what she grew up with, and was no worse than what she had lived in just recently before. To her, starving, begging people have all melded together the same thing copied repetitively.
Past the starving people, past the dirty filth, the stench, the dying animals, Cisel returned to the farthest corner that she once use to pretend was an exquisite bedroom with the softest bed covered in silken sheets, and with a window looking out at the world below that she would be able to just sit and stare at. Dreams like that never came to Cisel anymore. She knew she would never be rich and that she would never have anything of value. There was even a time Cisel dreamt of leaving Bree and seeing the world, meeting new and exciting people. However, that dream faded into dust as well in her life.
So amidst the people of Beggar’s Alley, Cisel sat against the wall. Her hair falling over her face in the disheveled, snarled mess that was rarely even touched save for a few times she ran her fingers through it. There was also once a time Cisel tried to upkeep her hair, not that she ever succeeded in that. She would cut it short, and commonly combed her fingers to try to unsnag the mess. That never actually happened, and her own cutting job always left it unevenly cropped. However, she tried where she no longer tries anymore, just as she dreamed where she no longer dreams.
The gnawing pain in her stomach chewed away at her, though it was no more than a numb feeling at this point in her life. Hunger had cut away from her for too many years; to the point Cisel will never think she will be able to know what it felt like to be a normal person. However, more than anything, Cisel longed to turn back the clocks and go back to the life she lived when she lived with Aeonid. She wished so much that she had never wandered out into the forests alone; just to set herself up to be captured. Though the irony was that she went out to escape Bree for a little bit.
It had been right after her attempt to join the watch, just because her attempts to be a sellsword and a merchant always failed. She thought the watch had enough idiots in it that they would accept her. However, she was too young for them, she could not write reports, and despite how hard she worked, she was kicked out. Everything Cisel tried to do to become something ended up failing, leaving her having to pursuit a new thing to become. So, she decided to take a break to retreat into the forests north of Bree, just to think for a week. Or so she planned to do so.
