Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2016 10:06:40 GMT -5
Kael was wandering the various tents and tables set up in a distinctly busy section of the city, a place they called the Vendors Court. There were all sorts of wares being sold, baubles and trinkets, food stuffs and drinks, there was even a master tailor doing on the spot adjustments and clothing orders. While not one that enjoyed shopping so much as the Ladies might, he had a small purse and enjoyed the luxuries of his noble birth. None of them would make up for what was lost and most precious to him: his twin sister, Gwyn. He kept looking at the items and thinking of what she might have wanted, how she might have critiqued them.
One smaller tent that was not quite as stuffed with goods as others drew his attention. He had flitted in and out of many other tents and was growing tired, but this one attracted his sense of smell. It smelled strongly of perfume… and other scents. There, working the shop, he could see a pale haired, young, and beautiful Lady. They hadn’t met, but he wondered if he’d seen her before. Perhaps at the would-be Queen’s ball? She seemed of noble birth even if she was here, working for all intents and purposes, and he wondered why that was.
As he drew nearer, he could see the sign at the front had fallen, and in one graceful move he bent to pick it up and set it where it belonged, then moved a small glass jar in front of it to keep it from sliding so easily again.
“My Lady? Good morning,” he said, and bowed to her.
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Ambrosia Sinclair
One smaller tent that was not quite as stuffed with goods as others drew his attention. He had flitted in and out of many other tents and was growing tired, but this one attracted his sense of smell. It smelled strongly of perfume… and other scents. There, working the shop, he could see a pale haired, young, and beautiful Lady. They hadn’t met, but he wondered if he’d seen her before. Perhaps at the would-be Queen’s ball? She seemed of noble birth even if she was here, working for all intents and purposes, and he wondered why that was.
As he drew nearer, he could see the sign at the front had fallen, and in one graceful move he bent to pick it up and set it where it belonged, then moved a small glass jar in front of it to keep it from sliding so easily again.
“My Lady? Good morning,” he said, and bowed to her.
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Ambrosia Sinclair