Post by Regan Connell on Aug 15, 2015 2:00:32 GMT -5
Regan was a young woman on a mission as she wound a path through the market, determined not to be slowed or stopped despite the heavy flow of traffic. Compiling a list in her head as she weaved in and out of walking merchants, merchants with carts, people with baskets and bale, she narrowly avoided a trampling, spooking a horse as she popped up under the poor, startled beast's nose before moving away. The driver barely controlled his cart horse, cursing after the bright-haired girl with a shake of his fist.
She completely ignored the fist, but the curses that seared the air earned him a reproving look. There was no need for such language! The man blinked at her, clearly astonished at her audacity but before he could issue a retort, she was gone again. Muttering to himself, he went on his way, shaking his head over redheaded girls.
Said redhead darted down an alley on small, swift feet with her skirts flapping about her ankles. A most determined miss, Regan spotted a stall holding fresh and dry herbs, skidding to a halt to examine the wares quickly. Satisfied with some of what she saw, coins were exchanged along with thanks as the greenery was tucked safely into her basket, then the wee lass was on her way once more.
Fortunately for Regan, markets appeared to be the same regardless of region. They were laid out logically in squares with equally spaced rows for the stalls, ordered in types of wares. Thus far, she'd encountered few issues in obtaining what she needed but now, she hit a wall. Where were the linen sellers? She needed bandages! She needed them right now!
Pausing in frustration, she looked around, then realized she was far too short to see anything. Without further ado, she laid eyes on a bench, deeming it ideal for her purposes. She headed over, intending to hop onto it and gain some height to look around. Fate had other ideas; as her foot landed on the bench and she started up, a passing servant jostled her, knocking her off balance and toppling towards the ground.
This was going to hurt...
Lucien Deveraux