[/html]Cities were not too different from forests, though there were many more corners and dead ends, walls and traps and jagged edges. She had liked them better when she had been able to ride through them, she supposed, and less now that she was again limited to her own two feet. But the tall facades and half-collapsed roofs still provided more consistent shelter than the winter's naked branches, so she tolerated it. The sun was up, and the light did not reflect as much when all the windows were broken, as they seemed to be.
Cassandra made her way through the dirty streets, the hood of her cloak let down as she walked in the shadows. A quiet place to sleep for the day was all she needed, and then she would find something to eat in the evening before spending another night traveling and thinking too much. She did not much want to arrive at her destination, in any case, assuming she wasn't more lost than she had allowed for her approximations. It didn't matter, anyway. This was just something to do until she thought of something better, but it already seemed that she would be spending her life looking for things. Some she had lost along the way, but most were still, after all these years, only stories.
The woman lifted her head at the sound of a horse, very nearby. Another thing about cities -- the walls and the lack of a breeze made it harder to tell when others were near. She curled her lip a moment, but proceeded around the corner. Twenty feet away stood a draft mare and two of the largest canines she'd ever seen -- the male had at least two feet over her. Dogs were as unpredictable as they came; her ears pulled back instinctively, and she could not keep the surprise from registering on her face.
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