village center

"Nah, lady, I ain't seen any one like that around these parts" a hunched over old farmer responded after not even a second-long glance at the scroll Bora held up in her left hand. Used to such reactions in settlements like these, the viceroy suo jure simply nodding and began folding up the depiction of her mother. "I see," she said, offering an appreciative smile and nod of her head. "Thank you for your..." as she looked up, she found him already hobbling off, the off-kilter click-clack of his debilitated wheelbarrow wheels filling the mid-afternoon air. "..time."

Rather than sighing out her frustrations, she squared her shoulders and turned heel back to where her steed waited, chewing idly on some left behind straw. "Seems he's not here either, Jacques," she mutters, safely tucking the scroll away in a side pouch. She gave the white equine a firm, loving pat on the neck before rounding to his side. After hoisting herself up onto the saddle, her cloak billowing in the created breeze, she tugged lightly on the reigns to direct the horse to turn around. "We'll have to keep moving."