A Dragon's Hoard :|: closed - Harley

There was usual hustle and bustle on the streets - people chattering, shop keepers calling and children screaming, crying or both. Shoes clacked against the pavement and doors swung open to stores as shoppers browsed the content before buying or going to look elsewhere.

Olivia wandered through the shopping district with her bag slung over her shoulder; steering clear of the crowds and avoiding any eye contact. Not out of fear, she just didn't want to be distracted. To lessen the risk of being noticed, Olivia was wearing a plain, loose cotton shirt and dark grey cargo shorts. Certainly not fashionable and certainly plain.

She had already purchased a few items: a notebook, some pens, plant seeds, some mangoes. Olivia had always had a fondness for sweet things, not that anyone knew.

As the dragon moved past the shop windows, her eyes brushing over the available items; her hand moved to her neck, brushing the decorative pocket watch that dangled there on a long silver chain. Inside were loose silver gears, a precious blue stone and small metal butterflies. It didn't work as a clock but Olivia desired to see if the shopkeeper had another - one was never enough for a dragon.

A sudden voice broke Olivia out of her trance and she looked around her for the disturbance out of defensive habit - regardless if the speech was directed at her or not.

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