He Wasn't On My List (TF: Ivy)

[Darastrix]

Ivy hummed idly to herself as she checked the contents of her basket. She'd already bought fresh loaf of bread and a small wheel of cheese, and meat she had waiting at home. "Apples," she said suddenly. She couldn't fit enough for a pie into her basket, but she only wanted a few to bake.

Maybe I'll indulge a bit tonight and add some sugar, she thought as she walked briskly in the direction of the fruit-seller.

[Northen Light36]

There's a soft moaning sound coming from behind a pile of old creates and a bare foot can just be seen poking out. A look behind the crates would reveal a raggedly dressed young man, covered in blood and bruises.

[Darastrix]

Ivy inhaled sharply in surprise and set her basket down as she moved to squeeze behind the crates. "Good heavens, boy. What in Efil's name happened to you?" As she spoke, she tried to get a better look at the young man's injuries.

[Northen Light36]

(Due to North's brain having more holes then a fishing net but catching less - Healer Ivy fixed the boy and it was good.)