((OOC: Please, please ignore the shrunken head, the staff and Elizabeth's scary looking eyes in the picture. The drawing is quite old, and she now has grey eyes and usually wears a black cloak over her witchdoctor clothing when traveling outside.))
She really didn't expect the city guards to hold her back from entering the city for an entire afternoon. They asked her so many mundane questions; Where did she come from? What was in her sack? Why was her skin and hair such an inhuman green? What did her tattoos or body paint symbolize? Was she from a cult? It was dark by the time they let her go, far too late for her appointment with Yaga.
Elizabeth groaned and stretched her shoulders as she exited the interrogation building. A guard approached her to return her belongings - her worn shoulder bag and a sack that looked like it was about to burst. The witchdoctor snatched them back with her lips curled into a snarl. She was already grumpy by nature and this whole stupid questioning made her even grumpier. With a huff, she headed towards a certain fortune teller's tent.
As she walked through the fairgrounds, she wondered if she should even show up now. She was really,
really late, even if it wasn't her fault. Yet she traveled pretty far to come here, and she wasn't exactly willing to find an inn. Elizabeth didn't like inns - too pricey. She could just find a nearby forest and feel right at home there, but she didn't want to spend even more hours being berated with questions again by guards. She might as well get this over with.
The sign read 'closed', yet she could hear bickering from inside. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow in suspicion. Kids were probably taking advantage of the sign to argue about something, from what she's hearing. She rolled her eyes and brushed the sign aside once things started to calm down with little Kali's voice. "
Knock, knock," the middle aged woman called out in a bored, almost sarcastic voice. Elizabeth glared at the two kids who were having a spit fight with each other earlier. At least, to her eyes, they were acting like children. "
Noisy kids. Except you, Kali," she said, looking at the red hooded girl with softened grey eyes. Kali rarely ever speaks, she hardly talks to her! But Elizabeth liked that. There ought to be more kids who were like Kali and then the world would become a slightly better place. "
Don't you ever change. Now where's your dear grandma Yaga?"