The girl kicked moodily at a pebble that was lying in her way, watching as it clattered along the cobblestone that spread out before her, stretching farther than she could see. She scoffed, walking in a wide berth around the pebble as she passed it, and continued down toward the bridge.
Today just wasn't her day. Not that anything in particular had gone wrong, but it just seemed she wasn't meant to be in high spirits. She ambled along the road, passing people and shops but taking no notice of them, and they of her. She was used to it. But today had her feeling profoundly alone, and for no apparent reason.
"Look over there," came the voice of her dæmon, and she stopped in the middle of the road even though she shouldn't have. And for this she was rewarded with a reprimanding nudge on her ankle as her dæmon made to push her off to the side. She sat herself down on a bench, and her dæmon leapt up beside her. At this, she scowled, for yet another reason to be unhappy had pre