

"I see. I shall go to that village, then."
Without thanking the poor fellow who had suddenly been interrogated while taking his wares down the mountain, the middle-aged woman turned and stared up the mountain. Manners were not required of a Shadow, sure, but one would've thought Sear would have learned that politeness earns more information. That fellow had given her nothing new. Her search was turning out to be harder than she'd thought. Sear had been traversing these mountains for days now, looking for some clue about these supposed creatures with the stars in their pelts. The journal entry she'd read had claimed they might be banished Seraphim. But that didn't really matter to her. She didn't really care if they were real or not, she wanted to know where this story had come from and why. Things like that fascinated her.
See, ordinarily, Sear studied writings. Modern or ancient, she'd study them all (though to be honest, she usually preferred ancient). After all, she'd been around for a long time: some 'ancient' writings weren't ancient to her. But this time, she could do something different. Take a break from endless translations and research and actually chase down information on something. What better than the supposed myth on that scrap of paper someone slipped under the door? With a huff, Sear left the disconcerted man and began her trek to the closest village.
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Meanwhile, elsewhere on the same mountain, another woman was making a bet with a local man.
"Okay, I'm holding you to that! I'll catch you a snake and bring it back by nightfall. When I do, you'll owe me dinner and a pint!"
"You mean, if you bring it back!"
"'If'? Did I say 'if'? No, I'm pretty sure I said 'when'! she cried, slapping the man on the back. With an amused laugh, the man shook his head and waved at her dismissively before walking off down the trail.
"I can smell that dinner already!" she cried after him with a laugh. Once his silhouette had faded into the trees, Selka turned and put her hands on her hips.
"Now, where can I find me a nice, big, fat snake?"