[center][i][b]Mira Mokosh[/b][/i][/center]

The evening at the tavern had been well spent, despite her earlier reluctance. Nearly her entire basket had been emptied, save a lonely pair of oysters. It had been a full one at that too, the sea had been very generous in the morning. Her hand went to the pouch at her side to make sure it and its contents were still there. It was rather heavy and Mira realized walking alone on the near empty streets with such a large sum of money wasn't very clever. The village was small and there were no active thieves she knew of but the house where she stayed was at the edge of the village, near the coast. Normally she would not be bothered by this but she had this strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something was not right there was a chill in the air. 

She wanted to avoid standing still for too long and draw attention to herself so she continued on her way with a wary eye on her surroundings. Every step followed the previous one in a faster pace and the young woman nervously tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. It was if someone was following her. If she was right they were fell into step with her own footsteps perfectly. In a moment she would reach the village square and she planned to stop there to see who was after her. 

Mira safely reached the village square and made her way over to the water fountain which stood at the centre of the square. It was made out of white marble with the statue of a mermaid in the center of it. Her tail was wrapped around the rock she was seated on and in her arms she held a clay jar from which the water was supposed to flow. The fountain had been out of use for a long time now and any water that it contained came from the clouds above. It was battered by wind and rain, the once white marble had dulled into a greyish green tone but despite of that it was one of the more beautiful sights in the dreary town. It always filled her with a sense of peace for some reason, but not tonight.

She reached for the small silver knife in her basket, holding it tightly to keep her hand from shaking. The young woman whipped her head around, the motion causing her braid to fall of her shoulder and hang down her back. 
"Who's there?" She asked, her voice quivering ever so slightly. Mira tried not to let her fear sound through. She was not easily scared, having lived longer than most. Yet it was this feeling in the pit of her stomach that unnerved her greatly. It was something she couldn't remember feeling before, if she'd ever felt it at all.