The Seventh Master – 4

His eyes widened slightly at the site that greeted him.
He was just past fifteen, and he had never, ever, seen this many people at once.
He walked into the sea of tents, and slowly wormed his way through the crowd, taking in the sites.
Then he bumped into someone.
She spun around.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” She said quickly.
“The fault was mine, milady.” Val said quietly.
“Milady?” She giggled.

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