[ Alice spends quite a bit of time out on the streets of the Chantes, with the native children. She plays with them and with the arrival of the sun, the children have been taught things like hopscotch and other games. When there's a lack of drawing material, sometimes the cobbled streets are littered with drawings from Alice and the children with rocks scratched against the surface. When it gets late, Alice starts to send them back to their homes, if at all possible. The reality of that some of the children don't have homes hangs heavy over Alice's head.
Even with the sun, it's not enough to change the disparity of the streets, much like London. And in the end, Alice is still reminded of the world she left behind. She has gotten used to walking alone, confident in herself because her knife was constantly in her possession. Rest assured, if she was ever in danger, Alice wouldn't hesitate to use it. Alice was eager to return to the inn when the last group of children returned home after escorting them back safely. Finding nothing of interest in the trade district today, Alice moved on.
In a way, the small detour after escorting the children home was a good thing. Had Alice been passing through another time, she wouldn't have seen someone who was clearly a woman being dragged off into an alley. With no hesitation, Alice follows, her blood boiling at just the sight of another woman in distress. She's quick, storming to the alley and unsheathes her knife out from her side, the silver-blue edge of it glistening in dim light.
In retrospect, it was stupid to charge after someone who could possibly overpower her, but it didn't matter. Her nanny and her sister, both who had suffered at the hands of men is enough to send Alice into the situation without reconsidering. Her well-being didn't matter, what mattered to her was this other woman wouldn't be hurt or worse. With an icy anger and a voice filled with venom, she speaks. ]
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Even with the sun, it's not enough to change the disparity of the streets, much like London. And in the end, Alice is still reminded of the world she left behind. She has gotten used to walking alone, confident in herself because her knife was constantly in her possession. Rest assured, if she was ever in danger, Alice wouldn't hesitate to use it. Alice was eager to return to the inn when the last group of children returned home after escorting them back safely. Finding nothing of interest in the trade district today, Alice moved on.
In a way, the small detour after escorting the children home was a good thing. Had Alice been passing through another time, she wouldn't have seen someone who was clearly a woman being dragged off into an alley. With no hesitation, Alice follows, her blood boiling at just the sight of another woman in distress. She's quick, storming to the alley and unsheathes her knife out from her side, the silver-blue edge of it glistening in dim light.
In retrospect, it was stupid to charge after someone who could possibly overpower her, but it didn't matter. Her nanny and her sister, both who had suffered at the hands of men is enough to send Alice into the situation without reconsidering. Her well-being didn't matter, what mattered to her was this other woman wouldn't be hurt or worse. With an icy anger and a voice filled with venom, she speaks. ]
Let her go if you want to keep your hand.