As they stepped from the carriage, she took up his hand tightly. "It's busy on Mondays. I dinna want ye tae get lost." Alec was too busy looking around to hear her. It was much like annual market day in Kintail, only tenfold. Vendors selling things of all shapes, sizes, and colors lined the streets. The streets themselves were laid of cobblestone, with ditches to each side for drainage- a far cry from the dirt paths of Kintail. Blurs of tartans were all that could be made out of the great mass of people. And all around, buildings loomed two, three, four stories high with people leaning out most to throw down money, clothing, or the occasional bedpan. Alec turned to Jenny, eyes wide, mouth open. "Ye grew up in thish?" She giggled, giving him a nod before yelling back, "Aye, my tough warrior. A far cry from the peaceful clouds of Kintail, aye?" He nodded, giving her plump hand a tight squeeze. "Off tae shee yer brother now, afore thish fasht town overpowersh me." |