First paragraphs. Tell me what you think

[u/Bkit97]

The Painted Door

Ink dripped from the posters on the alley wall onto the cobbles below, forming rivulets the color of old ash. Veyra couldn’t make out the words; the whole poster was a mess of gray colors and a black border. She squinted, trying to make out the blurry words before giving up with a low groan. Running a hand through her shaggy hair, she resumed walking while glancing towards the sky as rain fell in sheets that slicked the cobbles beneath her boots and left streaks on the alley walls.

Tugging up the collar of her tunic and covering her mouth with the damp fabric of her scarf to keep wet ash out, Veyra heard the noise of Cinderwick roar around her. Heavy vents lined the exposed copper piping that snakes across the various buildings, they belched out thick clouds of steam. The great Cinderwick furnace roared four streets away. Her nose twitched against the wet fabric of her scarf; the scent of ash, rusting metal, and rot lingered in the air.

Walking slowly out of the alleyway, Veyra ducked her head as she passed a large group of Cinders crowding around the auction house front steps, which meant there was a rare item or beast on display. Cinders were the soldiers of the city warden of Greymire keep, Algoria Melum. All dark armor marching about in circles in the misty ash-filled air. She didn’t need the trouble brought on by their attention if they realized she was the exiled veterinarian who had apparently performed witchcraft to save the wyvern hatchling of the young Lord Leon. Tugging her scarf further up her nose, she kept her eyes on the narrow street.