Aurora bounded along with a bit more spring in her step than usual. She felt so good leading the way. Her heart fluttered with the excitement of inflicting pain. As they entered the market of village. She pushed through the crowd of people, most people were standing and conversing. She found people on the island were far more laid back than the mainland. Of course, they had little to fear. They were untouched by all evils, making them seem primitive in a way. Much of the talk was about the missing. She wanted to shout with pride that he was dead! She had helped suck him clean of blood! And that everyone was next! She acted it out in her mind, drawing pleasure from the faces of horror she imagined.
Teaching by example, rather than stopping to explain, Aurora approached a woman selling clothes. Her voice was high pitched, and friendly. She mentioned something about how clear the sky was, and how she'd grown like a weed out of her old things and was having to wear theater clothes. She browsed around the woman's offers, slinging things over her arms. In the end, she set down the pile farthest from the woman, going to her to purchase a pair of trousers with pick-pocketed money. With those bought, she said goodbye, and walked off, grabbing the pile of clothes she set aside quickly and discreetly, tucking them under her arm. Within moments she disappeared into an ally.
