To Speak to a Child

I was lost as I walked around the large city. It was filled with life and many going about their business like usual. Food carts, blacksmiths, and the usual sound of feet hitting stone; I enjoyed this sound but only in rare cases. Swords being made with the occasional stench of people was always a refreshing surprise to what it was like being in the wild.I have spent much time in Skyrim which was strange for a wood elf but something always brought me back here; perhaps it was the mountains or the stubborn Nords either way this brought a smile to my face. I turned a corner and there it was, what I was looking, the Orphange.

"Many of these children are without homes and the orphanage is reaching it's limit," the woman spoke to the nearby passerby's. I was one of them but I decided to enter as she was speaking to a couple who actually seemed interested; though I doubt they would go through with it. I pushed a slight curtain to the side and could hear children at play. I peeked around the corner and the room was alive. Light hit all corners from the stained glass windows and inside the middle seemed to be a strange platform but scattered in corners were beds with colored sheets; red, blue, purple, and brown. I stepped around the corner and leaned against the pillar and watched at the nurse tended to a few boys.

"You will be fine here my boy," She was speaking to this one child who was clearly crying before I had entered.

He seemed silent but then he managed to muffle out a few words, "they are gone aren't they?"

The nurse hushed him and patted him slowly dragging him to a bed possibly to nap.

I was in awe in this situation; not that I wanted kids myself but I felt terrible that these young ones have no family. I felt I could relate and that they all needed a chance like I had. I caught myself not breathing which brought me out of watching the children.

I headed for the exit quickly for throat felt heavy and seemed like I couldn't swallow. I exited out into the bust streets which seemed more packed than before. A cart with apples pressed on through the crowd as I exited.

The woman from before spoke softly to me, " It's not an easy sight." She knew I had seen some of the orphans.

"No," I paused," no not in the slightest." I said this pulling out my coin purse and placing it in her hands. " This should bring them all food and water. Possibly some new clothes and baths?" I said this more as a suggestion hoping it would help in adoptions. The woman looked down at her hands in slight disbelief realizing it wasn't coins. " I trust you will put that to good use; they will have to be traded in for gold." I smiled and looked back at the crowded streets deciding when I would enter into the mass of people again. I took a step away not looking back at the woman hoping my small stones had been given to the right hands.

Quite a piece clearly depicting your character's sympathy for the orphaned children! There are many injustices and misfortunes in the world, and it's nice to see that your character does her best to comfort those who are affected by them. I wonder if your character may have an affinity for orphaned children due to a personal experience. And I'm assuming the small stones are some sort of precious gems?

Anyways, keep up the writing!

I thought I would give it a try! Thank you :)