The crone had a great deal on her mind. There was a Viking king who had been two. There was a feeling of change without change actually happening in the City. There were no singles where there used to be doubles. The City had been busy and had done it in such a slapdash manner, or perhaps it had gone for simplicity that was more efficient than the crone was giving it credit for. Perhaps, but she didnt' think so.
She'd taken to walking the City, really walking it. There was no floating, no magic. She was listening and feeling what she could. Things had changed. It felt like a balance had been reached, but at what cost?
It was on this walk that she noticed a young wounded thing who looked the sham-side of shabby chic. Her head tilted slightly as she watched the young one, and curiosity lent itself to distraction. She didn't mind following this one. Even into a cafe with people everywhere.
She moved slowly up to the counter, ignoring people might be in line. She glanced from man to child. Her brow raised.
"What does your leg have to do with your hunger or his feeding you?"