She had but arrived at the edge of the town yet the wave of noise and life had already rolled over the road and engulfed her breath. Temperancia almost felt the dampness causing her skin to crawl. She stood still and looked down at the town ahead: what energy, what welcome! She had just before ridiculed and forgotten her amazement as a wee girl in her first time in Bree and now she stands, dethroned, a lasting blowing wind left in its wake. The exciment. She drew near and observed: the garbage on the ground, the people and their stride. But the streets! The streets were so meticulously paved despite its winding, capricious turns leading into alleyways and backyards and so many were the houses of several stores and glassy windows, she couldn't help but wonder at the practicality of it all.
Though may a lightning strike her if that all isn't just Bree! Just have it your way, old gal, you've already won her over.
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