{IMPORTANT:} Hello~! This is my first story and I plan to improve as I develop the plot more thoroughly. I will take feedback whether it is criticism or praise! Also, this chapter is only to set up the plot for the rest of the story so don't worry because it is short. Please enjoy~!
I always woke up for a start and grabbed my silver choker necklace that lay beside me to put it on. The choker had a simple charm with a small blue stone embedded in it. I was embarrassed to say that although I wore it daily and refused to take it off only until I slept, I hadn't known where it came from.
Tossing myself off of the grass that had cradled me to sleep I yawned. My blonde bangs draped over the right side of my face that covered a canary yellow eye while my other one, clear from hair, was a bright emerald color. I noticed how my back still ached despite how "plush" the grass was and rubbed it. I wish I had a bed, I thought childishly with a solemn expression that quickly cleared when I heard Rainor.
He wasn't a person, but a raven that had taken a liking to me not so long ago. I, of course, had taken a liking to him too. In his spare time he would find coins to bring to me (that I needed all so desperately). It helped, yet I still took up the habit of sneaking into the houses of "those more fortunate." In other words, nobles.
Pushing myself to stand up wasn't difficult anymore as my grogginess parted from my head. I walked over to Rainor with delight and gave him a light pat on the head along with a smile.
"Good morning, buddy!" I greeted him and he replied with a caw I
assumed meant (good morning to you too!) My stomach grumbled in a familiar manner which caused me to glance over at the city far in the distance. "How about some breakfast?"
Off I was, walking the distance to the outskirts of town. With the coins Rainor had collected in my pocket I made my way to a tavern that I frequented. He had decided to perch nearby on a lamp post, almost like how a dog would wait for one's master. I would give him a couple of scraps after I had my meal, I decided.
Looking back at the door I then pushed it open and walked in. It wasn't fancy or broken down. Spending a few more coins was worth it. Besides, I trusted the establishment since I am yet to get any food poisoning (and I didn't want to take that risk). The owner waved me over cheerily and yelled, "There's my best man!"
Yes, he called me a man. That was only because I wore a plain, baggy shirt with a light coat over it, which hid my more feminine curves. Along with equally baggy pants, black, leather boots, and a worn-out top hat to conceal some of my tangled, short hair.
"Make yourself at home, Connor! Shall I get your usual?" He asked with an eyebrow arched.
"Of course, sir." I sat in a chair comfortably. He had disappeared into the kitchen and I heard him scuffle around noisily.
After just a few minutes of sitting around he placed a plate and mug of water down in front of me. I quickly produced some coins from a pocket and tossed them to him. He caught them gladly and grinned politely saying, "Enjoy!"
I started to eat and it wasn't long before I was on my way out the door with a full stomach. Shouting my goodbyes at the door, I went out the door. Immediately I took out a small chunk of bread and threw it to Rainor who cawed happily. Next, I thought, I'll pay a noble a visit.