".... You will forever remain in my prayers, Belladonna,"—Maeve.
....
Over the barrels, sliding through the icy snow, ducking past the throws of veggies, and apologizing to the stumbled passerbys, Belladonna and Hootlin fled the hot chase of the patrol guards.
And with the left behind upturned stalls and wagons, it prevented the guards from getting to where they both panted, catching their breaths.
"... W-Why... W-Why..." Belladonna didn't have the time to speak, and catch her breath. She placed the basket to her side, its content seemed intact, but with few which had fallen, using this opportunity to catch up her strength.
Hootlin on the other hand, seemed in shape, he cracked his back, and did some stretches, before staring at Belladonna, his blue eyes making up thoughts which she didn't understand, until asking, "Why do you stare in such a manner?..."
