Eliyahu Woodheart's Story

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Cinderstone was awake and alive, bustling with normal activities of it's citizens and the creatures within. The sky was nothing but a flawless blue stream, only parted by the radiant sun that shone warm rays upon the towns people. Just like any day in Cinderstone, the streets were crowded with men, women, and children going about their normal business. Merchants selling their items on stands in the streets, the shops and stores having been open for hours, and the city square bustling with commotion. The elegant fountain built in the middle, containing dozens of gold and silver coins, flowed as normal, children playing with the water that fell. An occasional knight stood, watching with smiles under their helmets, as they guarded the citizens from potential threats. It was just any other day within the city. All was well and the citizens went about their lives in peace.

"Fresh fish!" A merchant exclaimed. "Fine jewels!" Another shouted. All along the street sides merchants and vendors promoted their merchandise. Within the square a fool dances and juggled in his red and white suit, the bells on his hat jingling along with the crowds joyful laughter.

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Not too far from the square was the city prison. It wasn't anything more fancy looking than the rest of the buildings within the city, but it was more secure than most. While most of the homes and buildings within the city was was build with a stone foundation, and maybe stone walls, they typically were made of wood. The prison, although looking similar in shape, was made completely out of stone. The floor, the walls, and the cells all were made of stone, making it difficult for prisoners to escape. Torches lite the hallways with a blazing heat and the cell doors were thick and supported by metal hinges. There were two guards at the end of the hallway in which the cells were at, likely there to prevent any prisoners from leaving the prison.

There was a jingle of keys and a soft click as the broad doorway opened. The two guards stood where they were as two men who also worked at the prison stepped into the hall. The guards closed the door behind them as they bickered at each other.

"Even if we did he likely wouldn't be here any longer than this time." One rolled his eyes, straightening his slouch.

"But who knows. Maybe next time he'll steal something from a cart instead of smash it. You never know." The other held up the key chain and started flipping through the keys.

The other man merely groaned and stopped in front of a cell. The one inside being asleep. He kicked the door three times with his boot, the other unlocking it and swinging it open. "Time's up kid."

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Unlike the city, which was bustling with activity among the people, the forest was as peaceful as ever. Known for it's lush and abundant brush and trees, Sipour forest was a wonderland for nature's animals and hunters. With numerous types of species within, the forest is often a perfect example of the natural world.

But today, long, narrow tracks were left on the edge of the forest, the grass and dirt flattened by the stamping of feet. The lines that ran along side the forest, heading towards the city were deep and cut into the ground. Something heavy obviously traveled by...

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OOC//: Alright you guys. I believe I have given each of you the information you need to start. I'm sure you can figure out which section applies to you, but if you have any questions or concerns, again, don't be afraid to ask me or Eliyahu. I will be updating the rules to go more in detail about what not to do with your posts so keep an eye out for that.

There will be no posting order for the first round. It will be first come first serve, but do not post again until everyone has responded. Once everyone has made their introduction post, that will be the posting order for the rp unless I say otherwise.

So go one and have fun with your intros guys! Thanks again for joining and I hope you enjoy the story that we make as we rp.

Eliyahu wandered the streets with no purpose in his mind about where he needed to be or why he was here. No direction meant freedom, but how much? A bandit's name is known to most individual's in this city whether it was intended or not. His was not so clever. Fish Bones wasn't scary or blood curdling to intimidate other bandits, but it was unpleasant enough to deter some common folk and most of the rich girls. Most meaning only one who bothered to stop and laugh instead of feel repulsed. Nothing new really.

"Fresh Fish!" He heard.

"About time!" He shouted back. "Been too long since Fish Bones had a good fish, How much?" His intention was to chat with the man and get his mind off of being pretty much screwed right now as far as future plans.

"Well Fish Bones, today; half. 5 silver and you can eat well tonight." He said with a smile.

"You don't know how much that means to me right now John. You got dinner plans?" He asked with enthusiasm.

"AHAHAHA! Fish Bones, you get me every time with that!" He could barely talk between laughs.

'Only half joking but alright'. He thought to himself.

He walked almost the entire marketplace before he realized how far he had gone today alone. The markets are where he loved to be, despite the obvious lack of respect. Trading, bartering, bargaining, buying, selling, hustling even in some cases, were always going down somewhere or another. He wished he had more than a couple gold pieces because the guy selling those carpets is a blithering idiot and could be robbed blind as long as you talked about his mother who has been dead for a few years. Those carpets are really good ones so he can charge a lot of money but reselling just takes to much time right now. What are some other ways to make a coin or two?

He found a juggler in the town square and couldn't help but chuckle and laugh with these kids. How could you not? It was freaking contagious. looking like a big dork was not something on list of things not to do though so it was fine.

He saw that one assassin walking toward the market. He never could remember their names but it's not like they knew bandit names either. Although they liked to move pretty fast and he wasn't in a hurry to get anywhere. Probably on free time and is trying to enjoy the city which they so desperately try to destroy, one politician and noble at a time.

'Look at her though! Even a flipping city elf looks happier than you Eli...' He whispered to himself.

They usually lived pretty crumby just like us bandits. Although they didn't usually steal and murder to get anything. They were pretty good at playing poor people and managed to scrap together a living that way. Can't see how, only so many people in the city willing to give. Maybe they found someone who has enough to give them money all the time? Wish I could be giving away money. We'll see.

He wandered around again and found himself at the prison which is pretty familiar to him. across the way was the alley way, from which, he could start a quick fire and get some fish in his belly.

The breeze dance through my branches. I feel the pink blossoms settling in. The heavens are clear. Will rain come soon? The birds do me no--

"Ah, dear gods, will ya shut up?!" growled Nil. It had been a good five days since his journey began, and the haystack in the back wagon on which he slept had been doing terrible things to his back. Not that he'd complain. Luck was on his side when the dear old merchant Arthur offered to take him up to Cinderstone from the village of Morgenon. And yet, Nil couldn't shake his sour mood. Those bleeding trees need to learn to keep their mouths (or spirits? Souls?) shut.

"What's that you said?" croaked Arthur from the front.

"What? Oh, nothing, Arthur. It's just these," Nil waved his arm dramatically at the forest to their left, "damned trees need to learn to keep their thoughts to themselves this early in the morning."

Arthur chuckled, "Ah, you pucks. You always know precisely how to appreciate the magic you're given."

"Arthur, don't preach about things you don't understand," Nil snarked back. Turning, he saw the gleaming rooftops of Cinderstone. "You know, I think I'm going to leave you here. I don't mind a brisk morning walk. Thank you kindly for your hospitality."

Creeping forward, Nil took five gold coins out of his pack and dropped them quietly into Arthur's own satchel. Although the merchant didn't charge him a thing for the trip, Nil thought he'd spare a few coins for the good man.

Jumping off the rolling wagon, Nil stood and stretched, feeling the bones in his back snapping back into place. Smiling cheekily as Cinderstone grew bigger and bigger in front of him, Nil's mind raced at the new excitement and adventure he'd find behind the stone walls of this city.

Walking through the streets of Cinderstone was a whole new world for Nil. Hundreds of humans gathered the square, and Nil felt right at home in the mess of smells and shouts and shoving. Nil strolled cheerfully along, pulling out his flute and playing out a simple tune, more for himself than anyone else. It's not like many could hear him anyway, above the ruckus of the marketplace nearby. Turning a corner, Nil found himself on a somewhat quieter street. It seemed like a prison, and right in front of it sat a man by a fire. The light tunic Nil had on did nothing to shield him from the soon-to-be biting cold, and he edged closer to the flames. He took a good look at the man as well, since in a city as big as Cinderstone, it's always good to be a little wary of strangers. He seemed alright though. A little bit on the stony side, but Nil could surely charm him into a smile. The human seemed a little down on his luck too, judging from the meager piece of fish he was chewing on. Digging into his pack for a gold coin, Nil took out two, and held them on a flat palm in front of the man.

"Trade you a song and two golds for some warmth," Nil said with a crooked grin.

Rose strolled out of the bread store with an armful of bread, and a loaf in her mouth. If she could smile she most certainly would. Rose chomped hard on the tasty warm bread. She'd used all of the gold she'd gotten on bread. She saw a kid with a sack on his back and strolled up behind him. She ripped off a half of a bread that lay at the tip of her fingers. She carefully threw it at the poor boys feet and this made him drop the sack and run to pick it up. In that time she'd opened his bag, and stuck all the bread in her arms in. She picked up the sack, slung over her shoulder. She used her other hand to take the bread she had in her mouth out, while chomping off a large piece. She walked pass the boy as he turned around confused and sad.

Rose laughed as she continued on. She took the route she always did to get to her little safe haven. She found herself traversing alley ways, and when she was about to walk past the Prison she noticed a few people oddly camping out in front of it. She smirked as she prepared to walk past the fools by the Prison.

It didn't take very long for a fish to cook compared other meats. As far as why was not only unknown to Eliyahu, but it wasn't even a question he would ask. It's called food and that's what his stomach wanted. Sometimes he felt like a trash can with the stuff he would eat but those times it was because he had something on his mind. This was definitely one of those times. Although fish wasn't garbage by any means, Eliyahu barely let it cook before tearing into the fish with his cutters. Hunger does things to a man...

A random citizen started walking toward his fire and he probably going to give him charity. Camp fire by a prison, eating fish as if he was starving, probably charity.

"Trade you a song and two golds for some warmth," He said.

Eliyahu's eyebrows raised in shock. He's trying to sit here??

"If you're cold then you should probably sit down sir," with a chuckle he waived his toward the seat across from the fire. "you new or something? I can't believe you'd sit next to a bandit." After realizing just how much that said about his character, he wanted to fix it but the judgment was something he was expecting anyway so he just watched who came out of the prison. Hopefully it wasn't the boss. Anyone but the boss if anyone at all.

He watched as another kid was kicked to the streets. He looked so awfully thin.

"Hey there!" He called to him. Once he had his attention he waived him over. "You want some fish? It isn't much, but uh, us criminals stick together right? I'd understand if you really didn't want it though, but uh, there's a fire too, if your cold." He leaned toward him with his first question, but then leaned back towards his fire when he started to finish as if he expected him to decline.

Then the howl rang through the streets. "Is it getting closer?" Eliyahu thought as if it wasn't eerie enough already.

The masked Elementum continued his way, plodding along the streets barefooted, his arm dragging against the wall. He was hungry, thirsty, tired. It really is a way of suffering here... However, something seemed to catch his attention, a strange being sitting in front of the prison cooking something... Whatever it was, it smelled tasty.

"Hey there!" He called to him. Once he had his attention he waived him over. "You want some fish? It isn't much, but uh, us criminals stick together right? I'd understand if you really didn't want it though, but uh, there's a fire too, if your cold." He leaned toward him with his first question, but then leaned back towards his fire when he started to finish as if he expected him to decline.

Kyle stopped in his tracks as the strange being was speaking, his red eye stared directly at the being as he attempted to figure out if he was being spoken to. The leaning towards Kyle made it obvious that he was the target of these words. Why would he do that? People... They're scary. In the same situation, Kyle would simply run off in the opposite direction. However, his hunger took over this guy was offering some fish. It's best to take what you can.

And so, Kyle carefully stepped towards the man, shivering. His bare feet seemed to make zero noise at all as they were placed carefully on the ground. Once he had reached the man, Kyle crouched down near the fire with his chin resting on his knees. He couldn't stop shivering even in the presence of the fire, it was fear, his stomach was taking control and after sitting down Kyle had come back to his senses. The fire was warm and the fish had a good smell, he couldn't run away now. But he should reply; after a moment of carefully picking his words, Kyle finally spoke through his mask; "Hungry..."

The men inside the tavern had continued on with their conversation, talking about hilarious events of the past. They roared from laughter several times, but it wasn't long before their chatter was interrupted.

"What about it?" One looked over at the man who spoke. He had chin length, black, wavy hair and a chiseled jaw line. His nose was long but his grin was wide with yellowing teeth. "It's simply a howl that's been plaguing our city for who knows how long." The stranger stood up from his seat, talking slow, but sure steps towards the man who questioned the howl. "It howls each day, sometimes several times a day, and it always comes from Sipour." He pointed to the wall of the tavern but also gesturing North to the forest.

Wrapping his burly leg around the leg of a chair next to the man, the stranger sat down, making himself at home in the seat. Leaning forward on the table, he looked at the curious folk around him. "Most people assume it to be a new pack of wolves running around, announcing their victory and a fresh meal." He looked at the man finally, but not before glancing around cautiously. "But I believe it's a Vvolkanlier."

"What a load of rubbish Girsh!" Another man stood up, having a similar, rugged appearance as the ones before him at the same table. "Don't be filling kids heads with lies!"

With a hardy laugh, Girsh turned to his companion,"But is it a lie?! You have yet to prove it is a wolf!"

"And you yet to know if Vvolkanlier's even exist!"

"Bah!" He waved his hand dismissively. "You don't know what you're talking about!"

"And neither do you!" The group laughed, filling the old room with rumbling joy. The one who stood up moved swiftly around his table, patting the man's shoulder as he passed by. "I'll see you later Girsh."

"Yeah, get out of here Clyde." He smiled, attempting to push the man away, but Clyde was already out of reach.

Girsh, after a few moments of starring blankly ahead of him, he turned his head to the one who had originally asked the question. "Don't worry about it kid. It's just a simple nuisance is all." He then stood up and patted the man's shoulder, walking back to his original seat. But as he did so, he started to pass by the Kitsune who entered and ordered her meal. He smiled, and once he was beside her, his hand ran along the fluff of her tail. "Nice tail." He commented, chuckling a bit as he did so.

But before he reached his seat, there was a small commotion outside. The group in the corner looked to the window, seeing people looking up. The group of men, with raised eyebrows, stood up and left the Inn, leaving the remainders of their food behind. There were some soft and some rather loud murmurs of birds or beasts. But eventually, someone shouted, pointing,"It's a girl!"

The people around gasped slightly as the presumed girl flew gently down into the fountain in the square. Once she landed, people fell quiet, watching, glancing cautiously. But this was short lived as one of the guards within the square came towards the fountain,"Hey! Hey! Ma'am! Ma'am with the wings!" He shouted, pointing at the fairy playing in the water. But to his surprise, she started running, booking it down the street. "Ma'am!" He called again, then started running after her.

People gasped, some woman and children even screaming as the chase went on. People moved out of the way and others dodged, being pushed or accidentally tripped as someone moved between their legs and feet. The fairy shouted about a Behemoth of some sort, but the guard only returned with,"Stop!"

Other guards scattered about the streets started to make their way towards the commotion. "Stop her!" One pointed, and with that, two guards ran forward, being ahead of both the young fairy and the original guard. The ran through the crowd until they were in the middle of the street, and when the young girl came, they reached for her. One grabbed her fore arm, the other missing completely. The one that had latched onto her arm glared through his helmet, using his other hand to take hold of her other wrist. "When The Guard says stop you stop!"

The guard giving chase caught up, panting slightly inside his suit. He didn't hesitate to update them on the situation. "She flew into the city from above."

The guard holding her arms looked down at her. "What are you doing?!" He demanded, letting go of one of her arms. "I'll have you know that archers could have shot you right out of the sky for pulling something like that!"

But this too was short lived. Only a short distance away, there was a flurry of commotion. The guards looked down the street, seeing people moving off the streets as a large, horse drawn carriage strolled along the paved stone. No one was subtle with their questions as people asked,"What is it?" and waving their hands around their nose,"It smells!"

It was a blue painted caravan that was exceptionally large. The entire back side was covered in a large, tanned cloth covered in dirt, the frame resembling a large arc. An older gentleman was steering the six horses in front of him, holding the reins with ease. Seven men were walking alongside it, all of them holding proud smiles upon their faces.

The guards with the fairy took a second to watch before turning to her,"Next time you enter the city, come through the gates." The man let go and the three guards made their way to the caravan in a hustled manner.

The caravan came to a stop and the older gentleman looked behind him at the group of men walking besides him. One jogged over to the man and they conversed quietly among themselves. A large crowd began to form around the blue caravan, including a woman and her son. The mother starred at the caravan intently, covering up her nose as she eyed the mud covered men with sticks and leaves in their hair.

While she was looking, the little boy looked at a tied string, attaching the large cloth to the frame of the caravan. He blinked at it curiously. But after a few seconds, he puffed up his chest and rushed over to the reeking cart, taking hold of the string and pulling it to untie it. The first string came undone with ease and the boy quickly went over to the second tied string. This one was tied in a strong knot and the boy fought with it, pulling at it with all of his might. But the mother quickly noticed and cried out "Sam!!" running over to the child and picking him up. But as she did so, the boy gave a final tug, the string coming loose and the cloth began to fall.

In one loud thunderous uproar, the crowd screamed and began to run away.

The stranger from the prison stared intently at him and it was uncomfortable but as he had no ill will towards him, he was able to follow through on his offer as he took the fish and sat by the fire. "Hungry..." He finally spoke.

"I know what its like believe it or not." He replied with a smile at him. He was unsure if these new strangers were in any rush to leave or were looking for some new friends. But it was good to have company even for a moment. He let in a deep deep breathe.

"Cough, cough, COUGH! Holy shit, what is that!?" He exclaimed. The smell reminded him of blood and dirt, with something unknown, all in one. He turned to find nothing in the alley way and several other people holding their noses too. But the men and woman were also looking at something closer to the center of town.

"They shoveling corpses? I have to see what the hell is going on over there." He continued rambling to himself as he ventured with other random citizens towards where it all began. Upon reaching the center of town he sees a blue caravan with an old man driving, and seven other guys walking nearby with huge smiles on their faces.

"Are you proud of this stench? What are you parading through town?" He yelled towards their general direction hoping to receive some kind of answer. It was certainly not a normal thing to happen in this town since Eliyahu hadn't seen anything like it before. Any dirty work in the backwaters of town he'd done before so something was up. As for what, he would soon find out as a small kid ripped the strings holding the dingy cover over the caravan. People ran screaming but Eliyahu in response to the running people planted his feet. "What?" He spoke.

Enel had fallen before she expected to.

When the first hunter flung himself on her back from the trees above, her first instinct had been to struggle and attempt to throw him off. Of course, with her massive form it would have made more sense for her to roll and simply crush the human before the others had a chance to circle around her. The large party of hunters were caked in mud, their scent muffled by the aroma of the forest they had covered themselves with. Though it had been easy to fling the first man from her back that had been enough time for the rest to circle her.

They came with spears and rope, screaming and hollering at her while she roared and howled back at them. They aimed for her legs, trying to force her sturdy six legged stature to the ground while she batted them away with her massive claws and tail. Enel was not a murderer and had no interest in killing the men that she had lived around- she simply thought to scare them and escape into the shadows of the forest with the ease of any massive predator.

The hunters backed her into the tree line and away from her dead deer they had used to lure her out into the open. She was forced back by the spears, all along screaming her howling roar at the men, her thin pupils wild and terrified and angry. From the branch the first hunter had flung himself down from, suddenly a massive weight feel upon her and slammed her frame to the ground, making her let loose a loud cry of pain. A net woven from thin steal and thick rope surround her, the corners being tethered to the ground by the men her before she had time to stand. She struggled agains the weight, trying to get one set of her paws underneath her to lift her muscled form off the ground, but the hunters had managed to tether the trap tightly to the earth around her, binding her so well she was unable to left her tail. She seethed, inhaling deeply through her nostrils and rasping a deep growl out her mouth, sharp fangs gleaming as her tongue lolled out the side. The men stood around her, smiling and grinning and laughing with joy at their catch. The first hunter, the one that had thrown himself upon her, stared into her golden eyes with mirth.

"Got'cha darlin' ", He spoke with a grin, then slammed the butt of his spear against her cranium and all went dark.

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When Enel awoke, she knew she was moving. The ground below her swung back and forth, jumping every once and a while, forcing her open jaw to clink together. She had drooled a large puddle underneath, soaking the side of her face and making her fur lay flat with wetness. Her brain felt muddled and cloudy, though she was aware of a pounding pain on the top of her skull that made a growl of discomfort escape her. With the sound of herself her mind suddenly cleared and became aware of the horrendous amount of noise around her, instantly making her ears slam back and her eyes open wide.

Humans- every where- surrounding her in massive quantities with their horrible odor and abrasive loudness. They scream, hollered, cried, whispered, sang, clomped, and chattered with a volume that was caused a deep aggravating anger to well within her. A low purring growl erupted from her as the ground below her forced her still awakening body to thump against the wall. She looked around, suddenly aware that she was trapped within four walls of steal and light brown cloth. The noises of the humans came from all sides of her, meaning only that she was traveling within the walls of a city.

The cage she was trapped within was far to small for her to move. Her body had been forced within the confines at a perfect angle that had forced her six legs under neath her with barely enough room for her to crouch. Her large, thick tail was curled around her, allowing some comfort from the cold thick bars.

Suddenly the cart stopped, the momentum scrunching her face against the cage in front of her. The cries and muffled chattering of the humans outside increased as they began to circle around her position in massive quantities, all of them wondering what was within the apparent covered cage and being overly vocal about their wonderings.

Her long claws dug into the steel below her, all six of her paws tightening with frustration and anger. She had been captured and forced into the human city nearby- probably the very same city she had once sold her fish at when she had been able to turn into her human form. Enels brows furred, drawing her feline eyes into thin slits as she stared at the light brown of the cloth in front of her. She remembered the face of that hunter, his sneering bearded grin, and suddenly wished she had not been so frightened to kill them. Better rip apart a few humans then be stuck in a tiny cage inside their disgusting city for the rest of her life.

A rustling near her left side cause her ears to swivel and her attention to turn to the corner of the cage. The cloth was billowing slightly, being pulled at from on corner and allowing slivers of bright sunlight to filter through. She growled lowly, her chest rumbling and her claws extending-

The tarp fell and allowed the full view of the gathered crowd to reveal itself and she thrust her body upward against the wall of steel, letting loose the loudest screaming howl she could emit. Her spine curled to allow her four front paws to grasp the bars and she scrunched her muzzle against them and revealed her impressive set of fangs to the fleeing crowd. The cart, which sat upon a set of four wooden wheels, rocked to the side as she threw her weight on the walls, trying to force the cage to fall and break apart. She would let loose on this crowd and escape- she did not fear for the death of the humans at the moment.

"Is it really that strange to see a couple of men proud of their work?" One of the men shouted to whomever it was in the crowd that had questioned their parade. But they didn't say anymore more until the sheets fell.

The blood curdling roar that vibrated the air around them forced many of the men to cover their ears, some even falling to their knees. The cart began to shake as the beast inside the cage rammed the sides. The crowds scattered like cockroaches in the sunlight, leaving very few brave souls in the presence of the boiling fury that raged within the streets. The roar echoed along the streets but eventually died out. The group, turning to look at the six-legged beast with terror, quickly gripped their mind and ran up to cage, attempting to steady it.

The guards nearby pushed through the last of the crowd, yelling for those who remained to leave the area. "What is this?!" One of them asked, watching the enraged feline slam about. "Why did you bring it here?!" Another questioned. The group didn't pay any heed, however. They remained focus on keeping all the wheels on the ground. But even the guards at some point managed to gather their wits and rushed over, giving a hand to stable to caravan.

However, the front of the vehicle started to move. The horses that lead the large cage neighed, pulling this way and that in fear as the cart shook back and forth. But in unison, they started to run forward. Th cart started to roll, rolling away from the group surrounding it. "Get the horses!!" Several men cried. A red headed young man flew away from the group, rushing over to the older gentlemen and the horses, grabbing their reins in attempts to keep them still. But once the cart started moving, it wouldn't be stopped, and the horses started to fly. The cart was heavy and bumped loudly along the stone ground, but the horses were strong and ran for their lives down the road, leaving the group of men stumbling in their wake.

While the owners of the caravan ran after it, along with several of the guards, one stopped and pulled off a horn off his belt. And with a deep inhale, he blew into it, letting out a loud, low note.

When the beasts yell rammed into Rose's ears the bread in her mouth was snapped off at the tip. Rose grit her teeth and cover her ears. Man she wished she could shut that thing up. After a few moments she gathered herself and looked around. There were a few people around her, but she had no clue what to do. She saw one of the guards try and steady the raging cart, she ran over and gave a hand. Using all of her might to try and keep it stable, but she was weak so her contribution was hardly noticeable.

She heard the sounds of the horses being spooked and her eyes widened, she felt the cart jerk and her grip was lost. She fell over and stared at the cart as it ran away. Rose grunted as she pushed herself up. She pulled the bow from her back and loaded it with an arrow, which she pulls from the quiver beneath her shirt.. She saw how far away it was getting. She loaded the arrow and pulled back. She narrowed her eyes, but there was to much going on. She could not make the shot. With arrow and bow in hand she looked at the group around her.

Rose shook her head, no way was she about to lose her town money to these suckers. She needed it WAY more. She started running after the beast in the cart, hoping to subdue it alone and get the money. She was running at a very slow pace, so pretty much anyone could catch up to her. She was tired, hungry, and hot. Why couldnt this have happened on a cold day? She groaned as she huffed along after the cart.