“I hate him, Cadmus. I hate all of them!”
Cadmus chirped.
“I can’t stay here anymore. I can’t stand it.”
Cadmus growled and sniffed the air.
“I’ll run away from this place,” Alexis suddenly pushed herself off the bed. “I’ll take a fishing boat and use it to reach the other lands of Nuwa. I do not need any of them. I’ll find something worthwhile in this world on my own!”
Alexis hurried to her closet, searching until she found her traveling clothes: shirt, vest, skirt, cloak and leggings, all made according to gypsy custom. She remembered the stiff thank-you she had given to her aunt when she received them. Alexis may not have shown much gratitude then, but she was deeply grateful for them now. Changing into them, she traded her coronet for a woven headband trimmed with gold thread.
