"Often times things are not what the seem.... especially on the surface level. often its all just a cover for what's really going on underneath. This is true for both people and places.....", quote from Fie-Dan, great poet of the first Zei dynasty.
The road to the town of Gerst was a long, winding, and generally an unpleasant trek to make on foot. On the heavily forested path walked a girl with a cart behind her. She was a short but curvy girl with green, scaly skin, amber eyes and a tail swaying above her nice wide hips. she was adorned with a red coat and pants with a gold trim, a small red hat, sitting on a head of short black hair and a bun in the back. her face was young and rounded with a slight muzzle, holding sharp triangular teeth. They would be somewhat scary if it weren't for the nice kissable lips that ha just the barest hint of pout. She wiped some sweat off of her brow as she moved the cart forward. "May you have to ask yourself; why did you pick this road?", she said to herself as she pulled a cart of filled with jars full of tonics, ointments, and all manner of herbs. May couldn't help but feel like she was being watched as she made her way through the conifer forest, and kept looking back only to find nothing. Ahead of her someone else also walked the path....
The road to the town of Gerst was a long, winding, and generally an unpleasant trek to make on foot. On the heavily forested path walked a girl with a cart behind her. She was a short but curvy girl with green, scaly skin, amber eyes and a tail swaying above her nice wide hips. she was adorned with a red coat and pants with a gold trim, a small red hat, sitting on a head of short black hair and a bun in the back. her face was young and rounded with a slight muzzle, holding sharp triangular teeth. They would be somewhat scary if it weren't for the nice kissable lips that ha just the barest hint of pout. She wiped some sweat off of her brow as she moved the cart forward. "May you have to ask yourself; why did you pick this road?", she said to herself as she pulled a cart of filled with jars full of tonics, ointments, and all manner of herbs. May couldn't help but feel like she was being watched as she made her way through the conifer forest, and kept looking back only to find nothing. Ahead of her someone else also walked the path....
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