Sugar Hollow

"Oh!"

Seren was tugged to her feet and went stumbling after Roy, dropping her walking stick as she did so. Ollie barked, excited but also protective of Seren as it seemed like Roy was kidnapping her -- again. She caught her balance again, her free hand gripping up her skirt and pulling it a little higher so her calves could be seen above the edge of her well-worn boots.

Seren looked over her shoulder, slightly panicked. "Typhus!" she called, not because she thought that Roy was going to hurt her, but because Seren and Typhus -- they were two peas in a pod. She had depended on Typhus to always be there, to always keep her safe. Hadn't the ex-gladiator promised her that the first time Seren had been kidnapped?

She wanted to make sure that he would still be near her, as she couldn't hear him for he didn't say a word. They stumbled closer to the town at a brisk pace, Seren's long, dark, sparkling hair swaying behind them, coming a little loose from its ponytail so that it was beginning to trail on the ground.

"What is a witch, Roy?" Seren asked Roy, growing more afraid. She hadn't been "born" afraid -- it was a learned emotion given the experiences she'd had so far, and it wasn't very "like" the Seren that Typhus had known before.

"No lollipops? Hmm...ok then."

The old man looked rather disappointed, but he put away the lollipop. The crowd stared at her, dumbfounded. A helpful witch? Not only a helpful witch, but a young and pretty one as well. This was...different. A rather rotund woman stepped out from the crowd, glaring suspiciously at Wendy the Witch.

"Are you sure you're a witch, girl? You're not exactly old and decrepit. Just because you're riding a broom doesn't make you a witch. Don't you think it's a little inappropriate to wear that skirt while riding a broom, anyways? Think of the children!"

She gestured to two small twin boys, who gazed wide-eyed at Wendy and the lollipop man.

C'vektur attracted quite a bit of attention as she strolled down the street. Most of the townsfolk had never even seen a centaur, much less one wandering right through the center of town. What was such an unusual sort of being doing in Sugar Hollow? They stared and whispered, gossiping quietly among themselves.

Walking down the street, C'vektur would find one source of the wonderful smell: a stand selling hot cherry pies. The pie seller stared up at her, adjusting his hat and blinking in the bright sunlight.

"Er...hello there, ma'am. How may I help you today?"

Typhus growls as he bends to pick up her walking staff without breaking stride. Roy still hadn't let go of Seren's hand and Typhus was getting angrier and angrier at the boy, who quite clearly didn't understand jealousy if he couldn't fathom why a young man may be annoyed at seeing another young man holding the hand of the girl he liked. When the cackling started Typhus decided that enough was enough. When Seren calls for him his heart skips a beat and he moves up to her side and takes her other hand in his. "I'm here." He reassure her and he wished stupid Roy would let go of her hand so he could scoop her up and sprint towards the village, he couldn't do that maneuver while the stupid kid was holding her hand.

C'vektur was very tempted to accept the offer - her mouth was watering well beyond this point after smelling them for so long. But she stopped herself from reaching out to take one, glancing the stall keeper in the eye with something akin to disappointment.

"I woold, yes. I has no coin, too traaade for thee cherrees," she replies, withdrawing her hand and taking a step back. "Ees sorry."

The expression of gratitude in the centaur's eyes was unmistakable as he offered her a piece anyways, which brought her to drop the forelegs of her quadruped half into a polite kneel - a bow of sorts - before she took the dessert in hand.

"Yoo aaare kind. I thank yoo." She took a small bite of the wedge that he had cut for her, and much to her delight it was just as wonderful as it smelled - warm and sweet, even as it went down. "Ees very good," she adds, before glancing to the man in regards to his polite inquiries. "I ees followeeng thee smell too heere. Ees how I found thee town. I ees wolk and gallop. Travel. Explore."

She took the napkin and carefully dapped at her lips to clean up the syrup that might has dripped from the treat as she ate a little more. At least she seemed to have good manners... for the most part.

"I joost travel where I go. There ees much too see."

The pie seller was so focused on @centaurwoman that he completely missed the two dragons flying overhead on their way to the town square. She really was much more polite than he'd expected from a centaur, which was nice.

"There really is a lot to see out there, isn't there? I've never seen much of it myself, though. I stay in town. We really don't hear a whole lot about what goes on outside the valley, because not very many visitors come through. I think you're the first centaur we've ever had in town, in fact. What else have you seen out there? Anything interesting?"