Lalita stopped midstep down the cobblestone pebbles in the city of Donnau, her ears rotating around and listening to the call of the birds in the late morning. A soft breeze blew through the cities winding pathways, helping reminding the residents that the sun was soon to be high above and warm. She was here shopping for refreshments for dinner and the locals always had the best local fish, wild mushrooms and other vegetables, and berries to allow for a beautiful display of food options.
Her step started again as she knocked and smiled at the seller's and their wares. What would she make tonight...
