The large, dark-skinned woman stomped down the street, holding her nose and glaring at everyone. She was walking at a fast pace, and never slowed, not even when crossing a street or passing thought a crowded spot.
The woman was quite remarkable. She hadt the darker complexion of a person from the Spice Lands. Her thick black hair, which reached her waist when loose, was coiled on top her head like a beehive. But her most remarkable feature was her height; she was well over six feet, coming close to seven. Her size was reason enough to get out of her way.
Obv iously a few people disagreed, however. Many children ran up to what they thought was a giant. A few older, but equally follhardy, did as well
It was one such man that bumped her. He was medium height, brown-haired and eyed, and was about twenty-five. He reached up to touch her, but she galred at him, and he turned to go. Then he tripped, and fell in front of her. She tripped on him. And her hand fell from her nose.
The woman's hand flew to her nose. Glaring at everyone, she hurried on.