Robyn slowly approached the gates of Kilkenny.
They were wide open and the drawbridge was down.
Robyn slowly crossed it and made her way through.
Her chain was hidden under her cloak and her face was half hidden by her hood.
She noticed that the streets were packed with people.
People walking, and working. As well as kids playing.
No one seemed to notice her.
She made her way to a fruit stand.
She noticed the vendor arguing with a customer.
The closer she got, the more she could hear of the conversation.
"I need this food." the customer was saying.
"You gotta pay for it!" the vendor, a short fat man with a big beard and bushy mustache on it.
"But I don't have money." the customer replied.
"Bite me." he shot back.
The customer stomped off.
"Better get the food first." Robyn told herself. "Then ill visit father!" she said with disgust.
She grabbed a big bag and began tossing fruit into it. She tossed berries, melons, milk, bread, among others in the bag.
Closing it up, she began to walk away.
"Hey!" the vendor snarled. "Aren't you gonna pay for all that?"
Robyn turned back slightly and eyed the man.
"Bite me." she said as she grinned. Her pointed teeth showed.
She walked off leaving the vendor with a startled expression on his face.
Robyn continued down the walk with the bag slung over her shoulder.
She eyed her fathers house.
Hiding the bag in the bushes, she crept to the window and peeked in.
She saw a woman she'd never seen before knitting, sitting in a rocker.
The woman hummed to herself whilst she worked.
Robyn walked around the side of the house and noticed an open window.
She hopped in and found herself in a child's room.
She eyed the room and noticed photographed frames on the far wall.
She gazed at each and everyone.
"No pictures of me, huh?" Robyn said, beginning to grow angry.
Just then she came to a huge picture frame on the wall. She noticed three people in the picture. Her father, Bill Goodfellowe, the woman, she had seen earlier.
"Guess father got married again." Robyn said.
She shifted her gaze to the third person. A little girl. With long blonde hair and red eyes. Robyn noted she looked about five.
"And he's had another child." Robyn grinned. "Interesting."
She noticed the inscription.
"Rachel hmm?" Robyn asked. "Pretty name."
Robyn eyed the picture and in a fit of rage brought back her fist and punched the picture.
The glass cracked where her fathers face was.
Walking towards the door, she peeked out to make sure no one heard.
She eased the door shut and turned around.
She noticed the little girl asleep in the bed.
Walking over, she eyed the girl and sighed.
Bending down she picked up the sleeping girl and walked back to the window.
Climbing out, she walked back to the bushes and retrieved the bag. She walked off and began to head out of town with Rachel in her arms.