by Iilyda » Tue Aug 17, 2010 11:21 am
Then Aine spotted it; the large, portly baker dumping the days stale leftovers into the bin in his back alley. When the baker ducked back inside, Aine swiftly ran over, snatching up two loaves of stale bread, feasting on them hungerily, crumbs dripping down into the bin. She didn't care what mess she made, after two days without food. She wasn't looking to impress anyone.