Damn the weather. And damn it again. It felt like some sort of conspiracy. Every time Ellen finally got her useless brother to promise to lay off the drink, he inevitably found some reason to slip right back into a tavern again. Of course, Ellen wasn't self-indulgent enough to actually believe that the gods were conspiring against her efforts with him. But she knew her brother well enough to know that this was as good an excuse as any to come back around.
Her cloak and the hem of her dress were drenched in frigid, melted snow. Loose strands of hair that had fallen out of her braid curled around her face. She looked like a disheveled wreck as she squeezed herself through the crowd, scowling more and more with each face who wasn't her brother.
Damn the weather.
And she nearly snarled as much out loud when a stranger tapped her shoulder. A lady with finer clothes than hers. Although that wasn't hard. Immediately, she lowered her eyes, shoulder hunching in subservience. "I haven't any coin to give." Although she wagered Will had lifted more than his share tonight.
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Her cloak and the hem of her dress were drenched in frigid, melted snow. Loose strands of hair that had fallen out of her braid curled around her face. She looked like a disheveled wreck as she squeezed herself through the crowd, scowling more and more with each face who wasn't her brother.
Damn the weather.
And she nearly snarled as much out loud when a stranger tapped her shoulder. A lady with finer clothes than hers. Although that wasn't hard. Immediately, she lowered her eyes, shoulder hunching in subservience. "I haven't any coin to give." Although she wagered Will had lifted more than his share tonight.