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The rain was pelting down on her body relentlessly and the young fortune teller had grown weary of it. The row to the commanders tent stretched out to the far end of the camp and from what she could tell she wasn't even halfway there. She let out a frustrated sigh and continued to walk onwards stomping the ground with unnecessary force. All it did was cause her boots to sink further into the mud. She had to be careful though, with her measly height she might topple over trying to get out. Was there really nothing she could do to hurry things along? 

There were only a handful of women in the row, most likely soldiers wives, cooks and seamstresses. They were all common women and while not unattractive by any means, they were very ordinary. Dressed in dull tones and simple formless dresses that did little to show their bodies. Floure stood out like a rose in a patch of weeds, though really the competition was so poor it wasn't hard. She made a point to seek out possible competitors in her line of work and judging from the women around the camp, none of them plied the same trade as she. If they were, they were doing nothing to draw potential customers. Perhaps the men around these parts liked that about women but she wouldn't be caught dead dressed like that, not even on her worst day. Floure knew she was going to do well here, people were always drawn to the exotic and different. Back home she was just one of many Traveler girls but here she was the only one. 

It could be fun to test the water for a bit. She was bored to death anyway. A playful smile spread across her face. So far it had been a miserable day so she needed to enjoy herself. Floure untied the bright fuchsia shawl around her waist and draped it over her head to keep herself from getting soaked any further. She attempted to fix the mess of her hair, her curls were being weighed down by the rain making them appear longer than they actually were. Right in front of her was a man who had polished his armor in such a way that it shone even in the heavy rain fall. It was the perfect mirror to see how she looked. The image was distorted but she didn't look half bad, there wasn't much else to be done to improve it anyway. 

Floure stood on her toes to look ahead and see who was standing farther along the row. A couple of places in front of the mirror knight was a young man, he was looking sideways so Floure could see his face and quite a handsome face at that. It looked like he was on his own and from his expression she could tell he was just as miserable as she'd been moments ago. Floure took a deep breath and went to stand next to the knight who'd been in front of her. 

"Hello good sir" 
"Do you see that man standing over there? He's my cousin." She said, pointing to her "cousin" standing in front. The knight looked down at her incredulously, not knowing where the young woman had suddenly appeared from. From the way she addressed him however he could tell she was a rude commoner. 
"Yes I see him, what of it?" He practically sneered while he adjusted his grip on the shining helmet he carried in his right arm. 
"Well I wanted to go and greet him, would you mind keeping my place in line?" Her words were accompanied by the most charming of smiles, her shimmering eyes able to disarm the man without even drawing a weapon of her own. Before the mirror knight had time to respond the young woman had already hurried off to the front of the line. Floure giggled as a series of profanities were thrown after her that would make even the Pretender blush. 

She rushed to the young man's side and hooked his arm in hers before he even knew what was going on. 
"Oh cousin it is so good to see you after all this time!, bless the Monarch for our meeting" 
The young man didn't know how to respond and struggled to utter even a word, he had never seen this woman in his entire life. When he looked down at her, he was again at a loss for words. This time however at her appearance. She was indeed very pleasing to the eye, even in this horrendous weather. 
"I know I'm speechless too!" Floure exclaimed dramatically, continuing to play along causing quite the scene. More than one pair of eyes were glancing at the couple quite oddly. And that was her cue to leave. 

After a another series of charming smiles and honeyed words Floure had finally reached the commanders tent. She stepped inside, relieved to finally have a roof over her head. It was considerably less crowded inside the tent, most people passed through quickly and continued on their way. Floure was in no rush to go back outside and took her sweet time drawing the water from her hair, letting it drip on the floor. 

"[b]NEXT[/b]!" The booming voice nearly caused her to jump out of her skin and left her clutching her chest trying to calm her beating heart. The source of the voice was a stern looking man sitting behind a large table which was covered in open books. When no one came to the front he slammed his fist onto the table causing the inkpots to quiver dangerously.

"Hurry up foolish girl" The man standing behind her said, tired of waiting in the foul rain. Her heart was still beating like that of a hummingbird and the closer she got to the table the more she felt like running. The man sitting behind the registry looked like one of the Servants she'd seen roaming Coedwin castle. He was exactly the type of man she wished to avoid. The chance he knew the Robed Swords were after he was slim to none but the sight of the Monarch's cross around his neck was enough to make her stomach churn. When she stepped forward to write her name in one of the books she kept her face down, afraid to look him in the eye. She was taught to write by her grandmother but she also noticed a lot of the common folk simply put an X in the books, as they didn't know how to write. It was safer to do the same and pretend she couldn't write. The comfort of the tent had been a relief to her before but after seeing the commander she didn't know how fast to leave the tent in favor of the rain.