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[b][h1]Dio[/h1][/b][/color]
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[indent][indent][color=c2cfde]    Dio had spent the night by a brook, breathing in the meadow air and listening to the melody of the water. She watched the stars that had once been strange to her, tracking their play across the sky until it was time to sleep. Her ramshackle lean-to was pressed against a hearty Oln-tree and composed mainly of scavenged sticks and the very travellers sack she usually tied her belongings in. As it was, anything she usually carried with her was very carefully placed within her humble shelter, her precious linens not even brushing the ground. It was a peculiar sight to see the Aphmayun crawl in among her things and curl up into the immediate embrace of sleep, but Dio had learnt long ago to grab any opportunity for rest she had and make the most of it. 

    The same story played out in reverse in the very earliest hours of the morning: Dio awoke without difficulty and searched the stars for their secrets. She clicked her tongue. She turned her gaze to the water. She poked the soft dirt with a stick. Eventually her brooding stood in the way of her progress of the day and Dio turned to taking her shelter down and putting everything back where it should be. Every night she built a home and every morning she tore it down without trace. It would of been easier to simply take a room at the inn, but even now there were a few things about settlements Dio found disconcerting. Crime was one. There had been near none of that in her childhood, so interwoven were the families, and she'd been robbed a couple of times in her travels since. It wasn't a sore spot for her, but neither was it pleasant, and it would certainly be problematic if she got beaten to death in an alley one day. She'd rather not test her luck and avoid the possibility if she could. Luckily near everything she had could be easily replaced, if one described [i]easily[/i] as "partaking of extraneous amounts of travel and sinking days into master craftsmanship material without income for the foreseeable future". It was a good thing Dio enjoyed eating roots.

    One last look at the sky. There were no ill omens today. None at all. That did not sit right with Dio. Usually she could find something to interpret, but there was nothing good and nothing bad that she could see. Today was set to play out like numerous others. The lithe woman would take her long trek to the market, set up her wares, and probably have a pretty alright time. How disconcerting. She didn't like it one bit. 

    She had 50 gold to her name and no plan on spending it presently. Dio had food. Dio had water. She didn't [i]have[/i] to go to the market today. She could go later, or tomorrow, or the day after. In those cold early hours which the Aphmayun liked best, she turned her back on her current routine and set off towards the[/color] [b]East[/b].[/indent][/indent]