January 23rd, 2020 at 05:26am
"Your kind isn't welcome here, freak!" An apple core soared through the air before it hit the whitehaired man in the back of the head. More people shouted out vulgarities, some called him a mutant, others just spat in his direction. The witcher kept his head down, holding the reins to his horse tightly in his gloved fist, moving through the city streets, but that wasn't to say he didn't shoot a few hostile men with his piercing orange eyes. One look from the monster slayer was enough to silence any size man up.
Fiona had been passing by, one of her hands holding the button to her cloak firmly, the furlined hood pulled down over her head, concealing her face. It wasn't unusual, seeing as it was the middle of winter and a few flurries sprinkled down around them now. She had just came from the market, where she had bought a few little trinkets from the local craftsmen when she had turned down Gulley Alley and became privy to all of the noise. The mysterious stranger caught her glance immediately, he too had his head covered by a black cloak, but she could see strands of snow-white hair that peeked out, falling over his shoulders. Strapped two his back were two swords and she could also see the glistening silver wolf head that hung from his neck.
A witcher. She had heard many tales of the men who slay monsters wherever they go, charging people a pretty penny for it, as well. Even her father, the king, talked lowly of the mutants, as he called them. Fiona supposed he was correct in calling them that, considering how many changes their bodies underwent in making them what they are. Stepping to the side, the princess waited for the witcher and his horse to pass, before she turned on her heel and began trailing them. The princess had always been a bit more open-minded than her father and mother, their horror stories of witchers hadn't scared her enough to cause her to turn a blind eye to the stranger now.
Soon, it became obvious that the witcher had just passed through to buy some carrots for his horse. Fiona watched him stop at one market stall and he was lucky enough the vendor didn't refuse service. She wondered if he had been charged triple by the man, sometimes she eavesdropped in on sellers and merchants laughing about how they charged witches more just on principle. She waited for the witcher to take his carrots and move on, before she hurried up to his side, her face still completely hidden from his view.
"So, you're a witcher?" Fiona couldn't help the smile that spread across her face, her brown wavy hair being blown around her neck by the icy wind. "Where are you heading now, if you don't mind me asking?" The princess had always been fascinated with what the world had to offer, and that meant monsters too. She hadn't even though about possibly coming across as rude or hadn't even considered that maybe the witcher didn't want to be bothered. Excitement filled her from head to toe just thinking about all the stories she may be able to pull out of him. "If you don't mind, I could buy you a drink? You could tell me about your travels?"