Mending Wings prologueThe cobble stone streets are damp as a beautiful young woman stands in the dimly lit streets. She sighs as her golden curls seem to dance in the bitter wind. She groans as she tries to pin her hair back up quickly, "Blasted wind." She mumbles under her breath as her hands work quickly to put her hair back together under her elaborate, red hat. She brushes at her dress, removing any dirt or dust that may have been kicked up, "Tsk, this is ridiculous. I don't see why I must do this, the sun is almost down. All the drunks are in the brothel by now."
She rolls her eyes as her attention is brought to a tall, scrawny man. She can't help but watch him with a smile on her face. For someone so fragile looking, he was lugging around a lot of equipment. Her smile disappears as she notices the wooden box on his back. She whispers, "Is this man a grave robber?" She looks around, only a few people are dully walking by and so she smiles and quickly lifts up the skirt of her red gown and marches