Koudelka had never been one for small-talk, believed firmly in minding her own business and keeping to herself as much as she could possibly afford to. It was a practice that had served her well in life so far; in the years since she had left her village, it had been key to survival, but there was something about the village of Krezk itself that had her eager to ask questions.
She had arrived in the village a week earlier. When asked what brought her to town, she had little to offer in the way of answers— she had learned long ago that it was best not to advertise the things she heard and felt, the way voices or visions were what often dictated her path. In that past week, it had become quite clear to her that whatever it was she was feeling had something to do with the monastery that looked out over the town.
Another piece of the puzzle seems to fall into place when she sees Vasilka in the market— even from a distance, the moment she lays eyes on her, a sudden pain shoots through her skull, the air taking on a sudden chill. It's enough for Vasilka to draw her full attention. For awhile, Koudelka only watches from a distance, sees the quiet young woman come to stop at a stall while the proprietor gathers her things.
She waits until Vasilka has finished with her errand and gained some distance from the stall before she approaches, closing the distance between them when the other woman isn't looking, and with no one else within immediate earshot, she speaks.
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She had arrived in the village a week earlier. When asked what brought her to town, she had little to offer in the way of answers— she had learned long ago that it was best not to advertise the things she heard and felt, the way voices or visions were what often dictated her path. In that past week, it had become quite clear to her that whatever it was she was feeling had something to do with the monastery that looked out over the town.
Another piece of the puzzle seems to fall into place when she sees Vasilka in the market— even from a distance, the moment she lays eyes on her, a sudden pain shoots through her skull, the air taking on a sudden chill. It's enough for Vasilka to draw her full attention. For awhile, Koudelka only watches from a distance, sees the quiet young woman come to stop at a stall while the proprietor gathers her things.
She waits until Vasilka has finished with her errand and gained some distance from the stall before she approaches, closing the distance between them when the other woman isn't looking, and with no one else within immediate earshot, she speaks.
"What are you?"