Walking into the streets of the lower slums of Aspiria it was like a different world, the streets were covered in potholes and the odd littered trash. Even some of the people looked dirty and unkempt. Buildings looked as if they were ready to crumble, dirty and dusted paint peeling from them as bin bags piled up at the bottom of most of the buildings. Although there were some cars on the streets it was faster to walk in most cases as some of the cars were so battered and beaten it took a while for them to start. Coughing at the change of air you could taste the pollution, bad smells surrounded them as she continued to lead him on into the streets further away from her home and her father who would be returning soon. No one paid them any attention, there was no idle chatter, no people talking like they were friends here and it felt like quite a bad neighbourhood. 

Iris felt the embarrassment creep up on her, that she was leading the Prince to nowhere fancy nor luxurious and she only felt like he would judge her more for it as he now knew this was where she came from. [color=f49ac2]“This is the twelfth district, the most overlooked district there is.”[/color] Whispering her words to Caspain so no one could overhear their conversation. [color=f49ac2]“It’s the birthplace of the rebellion. My hometown.”[/color] Glancing around the street looking out for any onlookers she caught site of a couple of children sat in the doorway. They wore tattered clothes; dirt covered their pale sickly faces and they looked half dead in the doorway, but it was common here. To see kids and adults alike sat in doorways of residential buildings and even businesses, they didn’t beg they had no energy to do that plus it was useless here as no one had anything to spare. 

Turning a corner, she led him towards a small street full of shops, you’d have thought it was livelier. Full of people, but it was just as run down as the rest of them. [color=f49ac2]“Don’t worry about the jacket.”[/color] Shaking it off, that was the least of her worries right now because top priority was to get him back home.

“OI! GET BACK HERE!”

Iris felt herself cringe at the voice but as she glanced to the sound, she sighed thankful it was not aimed at them. A part of her had worried it was the rebels, finding them already but she knew she had a little more time to get them hidden somewhere. [color=f49ac2]“Don’t make eye contact.”[/color] Hissing at Caspain so he didn’t look at the people shouting, they didn’t need attention drawn to them and she knew that often people in fights hated onlookers here and they would start a fight with them if they thought they were looking. 

“I’m sorry! I need the food for my family.” Another panicked voice called out, the two people who had been shouting at each other was over some meat. One of them had stolen a cut of meat from the butcher and was running away shouting his sorrys as he made his escape, but the butcher chased after him without thoughts down another street leaving her and Cas alone once more. 

Rounding another corner, they passed a bakery the paint was peeling on this building, but it didn’t look as gloomy as the rest of the shops, but she didn’t go inside. Instead Iris moved towards the side of the shop were the trash was located. Glancing behind her she could see the coast was clear so took the moment to rummage through the bags, smiling when she caught site of one tied with a pink hairband. [color=f49ac2][i]It has to be it[/i][/color]. Pulling it out to the side she grabbed her backpack stuffing the black bag inside, it just about fitted and as much as she would have gone through the supplies she didn’t want to stay here too long. 

[color=f49ac2]“Okay… Do you think you can last a little longer on your feet?”[/color] Glancing over to Cas from the pile of trash bags, [color=f49ac2]“I have somewhere we can hide for the night. I don’t want to push you; you need to rest but it will just be a little longer getting there.”[/color]