“Why is all of your hair tucked away?” Roy asked Vera.
“Because there’s not too many blondes that are that kind of blonde,” Merida answered.
“This is not what I imagined for tonight,” James admitted.
It had been Vera’s condition on going, she’d told them. They had to look like common folk. So they did. No jewelry, no nice clothes. “You will survive,” she teased as they walked along the path.
The nightlife was bustling, people coming to and fro. There were booths set up, a couple people playing music, and the conversations made a buzz in her head.
Turning the corner, the tent for the play came into view. An old man was standing outside, collecting coin for viewers.
James dug in his pocket for their two coins, handed them over, and they dipped inside where the viewers were standing sho
