Luckily, the morning rose with fortunate felicity for her.
Rosalie was inwardly glad that this town called Snow Creeks was filled with quite a populace, and they were filled around on the streets.
She clutched the two ends of her shawl tightly. Her eyes skimmed past the men and women that went about their businesses in the break of dawn.
It was quite early and it was her concern, if at all she would see someone who could offer her any assistance whatsoever.
But seeing the serious faces of everyone as they just walked about, she felt discouraged to stop and question any one.
The village itself was a disorganized one. Scattered about with huts and mud houses and no proper structures.
Furthermore, she was not familiar with the town and its people, part of what dwindled her resolve to seek aid from any of them.