TFoaL chapter 1

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Chapter one of The Face of a Liar. Click or space for more art Next: none Previous: none First: you're here! Carmen strapped her pack tightly onto her back. The excitement was overwhelming. The festival of the seventh moon was coming up soon, and she would finally be a tailor for many of the nobles that lived in the north ridge. If she was lucky, she might even get an apprenticeship at the castle! That was if she could control her excitement and pull this off. She took a deep breath, stuffed her tailoring tools in her bag, and dashed off to the north ridge, running towards the bright future she had ahead of her. Meanwhile, Foxglove sat alone in the plaza. Assorted colorful shops surrounded her, filled with dozens of unique items. Music boxes, gems, enchanted backpacks, food from far off lands, you name it. The sun peeked over the horizon, supplying light for the entirety of Tallahara. The weather was perfect. A crisp 70 degrees with no wind. Small, white, puffy clouds dotted the vast expanse of orange sky. It would have been the perfect day, but Foxglove couldn't help but feel down. "She should be here..." she murmured. "Not me, but her." She blinked at the various shops and booths at the plaza. The same one that she and her sister would spend hours at, shopping and talking... Foxglove's sorrowful thought was interrupted by loud growling on the opposite end of the plaza. It was coming from a thin purple and indigo cat in a grey cloak. Chains were attached to all four of her legs, and a chunky black collar sat around her neck. She was surrounded by several royal guards and leading the group was.... the captain of the royal guards? "Gosh, well she must be dangerous... " Foxglove whispered under her breath. The cat lashed out at one of the guards, pinning him to the ground. The captain jumped on top of her and pried her off the guard. And seemed to be shouting something at her, but Foxglove couldn't quite tell. She turned her attention to the young gaurd that the chained cat attacked. He looked extremely young to be there. Maybe 12 years of age? He didn't appear to be physically wounded, but he looked petrified. While she wanted to study him more, the party began to move out of the plaza, the prisoner and the captain arguing the entire way. End of chapter one. Ok, so this took way shorter than I expected it to, so I think I'm going to end up doing bi- monthly chapters with occasional extra content. I'll also probably end up doing art dumps every four chapters. While I'm gone, I'll still be writing the story. I'll be writing them several chapters at a time. If I'm finished with the art before the day its supposed to be shared, i might share the chapter early