[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

She chuckled, reassured he’d made an escape of the old mage. He gave her the creeps. Meg flashed him a sheepish grin, nodding, Yeah. Still getting used to that. But I’ll hold you to it. Can’t have you out there not on top form, you don’t want to have to visit me if you don’t have to. Hands returned to finish off the rest of her pint and get them out of Ruth’s watchful eye.

Fingers pulled the scarf around her neck a few loops, then flicked out her brown curls from underneath. A hat followed, the colour differed, a mottled mesh of brown wools that covered her prominent dalish tips. Deal! Though I dunno how good I’m gonna be if I don’t know many things. Oh well. I’ll make something up. A giggle and she’d follow after him, close, but at enough a distance not to crowd him.

He’d point out people, ‘good’ and bad, and those he deemed trustworthy, Meg offered a wave and a warm smile. It drew confusion from some, chuckles and looks from others, but she paid it no mind, continuing to follow him while eyes took in every solid landmark to mark their path on her mental map. They began down another street and Meg turned to walk backwards for a spell, fingers mimicking an invisible trail through the air, mumbling, ... So we took a left… then a right… now we’re going.. Eas. No, West…

If we turn… her body swung around to stop in front of him, excitement growing in her voice, if we turn right again, are we at the canal?