Ghost Hunter
07-06-07, 09:50 PM
It literally took Georgia-Ann's breath away. The city was the largest thing she had ever seen, a beautiful dirty grand array of buildings and people and shops that left her every sense reeling. In fact, the girl was still unsure if she loved or hated Radasanth. The steel and stone combined with flesh and blood and it seemed to Georgia-Ann that the city itself was alive.
Perhaps she should have been plying her trade here all along. Not only was she quite certain that the fishwives and nobles alike would go crazy for her candles which would certainly do something for the terrible smells that ran in the gutters behind the buildings, but it seemed to her that it was quite likely that at least a few of the buildings in Radasanth must be haunted.
Instead, she'd been putting on sceances and mostly entertaining rather than actually acting as a medium for minor nobles throughout Corone. Georgia-Ann hoped that here she'd actually be blessed with work.
In the meantime, she'd been walking gape-jawed through downtown for most of the morning and her stomach was reminding her that it was time for lunch. She could smell a stall nearby where a merchant had savory lamb probably dripping with fresh herbs, and it was there that she aimed her feet - and her nose.
It reminded her of mama's dish that she served only on holidays and for Georgia-Ann's birthday. Oh, sometimes she did long for home - except it wasn't home anymore. Lying to mama about taking "that witch Mathilda's" place as medium for the local populace had been the last straw. That was almost 5 years ago now, but it didn't make her miss Atria any less, or the smell of saltwater and fish and hot beeswax.
But as she was wont to do, Georgia-Ann forced herself to look on the bright side of things. If mama hadn't kicked her out, and if she'd never worked for Mathilda, she'd never be here now, taking in the big city of Radasanth. Surely she was blessed and not as unlucky as she sometimes felt.
Perhaps she should have been plying her trade here all along. Not only was she quite certain that the fishwives and nobles alike would go crazy for her candles which would certainly do something for the terrible smells that ran in the gutters behind the buildings, but it seemed to her that it was quite likely that at least a few of the buildings in Radasanth must be haunted.
Instead, she'd been putting on sceances and mostly entertaining rather than actually acting as a medium for minor nobles throughout Corone. Georgia-Ann hoped that here she'd actually be blessed with work.
In the meantime, she'd been walking gape-jawed through downtown for most of the morning and her stomach was reminding her that it was time for lunch. She could smell a stall nearby where a merchant had savory lamb probably dripping with fresh herbs, and it was there that she aimed her feet - and her nose.
It reminded her of mama's dish that she served only on holidays and for Georgia-Ann's birthday. Oh, sometimes she did long for home - except it wasn't home anymore. Lying to mama about taking "that witch Mathilda's" place as medium for the local populace had been the last straw. That was almost 5 years ago now, but it didn't make her miss Atria any less, or the smell of saltwater and fish and hot beeswax.
But as she was wont to do, Georgia-Ann forced herself to look on the bright side of things. If mama hadn't kicked her out, and if she'd never worked for Mathilda, she'd never be here now, taking in the big city of Radasanth. Surely she was blessed and not as unlucky as she sometimes felt.