Post by Kender Bard on Apr 30, 2010 16:42:09 GMT -5
Cherry grinned and glanced around, making sure she still wasn't followed. She'd managed to give her nanny the slip. She didn't need one anyway; she was six years old after all. That's old enough to play without someone constantly watching her.
Exulting in her bit of freedom, Cherry strolled into the heart of the underground market to marvel at everything.
Last Edit: May 25, 2011 13:40:30 GMT -5 by Skittlebug
The market was busy and bustling as always, perhaps a bit more than usual, due to the rich bounty Humontis had enjoyed so far that year. There was an abundance of food and herbs being sold, and their vendors--particularly those who kept small stalls and didn't export--hawked their goods almost frantically.
"Fresh herbs, picked just this morning!"
"Blueberries! Figs! Strawberries! Sweet and succulent, just two coppers a pint!"
"One copper for two pints!"
"Eggs! One bit a piece or 2 coppers for a dozen!"
"...what they said! It's fresh, it's cheap, make me an offer!"
Away from the food sellers, the other merchants called out to passersby and held up their goods for inspection or beckoned people into their stalls or shops. The shoppers were a bit more relaxed as a whole, stopping often to browse over this or that. When everything was so plentiful, there wasn’t much sense in grabbing the first thing you saw.
One of the people milling around didn’t seem to be looking at the wares on sale so much as she was watching those around her. She was a small, waifish girl, perhaps two or three years older than Cherry, with olive skin and brown hair that was tied into a short tail at the nape of her neck. She wore a plain, homespun dress that was little more than a sack with sleeves and a belt of braided hemp tied around her thin waist. She also wore a purse of some sort on another braided cord hanging on one shoulder and across her chest to rest on the opposite hip.
Whenever something would get dropped or discarded—a piece of fruit, a bit or two, an overripe vegetable—the girl would make her way to the item at a casual pace, pick it up, and slip it into her little bag.
Post by Kender Bard on May 22, 2010 13:25:17 GMT -5
Cherry glanced at the copper bit she'd found on the way to market and then back to the small girl. I wonder if she's hungry, Cherry thought. Certainly the girl wasn't going to eat those nasty things people let lie around. She wandered over to the vendor who had been hawking berries at the lowest prices and held up the bit. "How many strawberries can I get for this?" she asked.
"Half a pint, little miss," the vendor told her. He resisted the urge to sigh; a plentiful harvest was all well and good, but this year's was almost ridiculous. With high supply both home and abroad, his profits were at an all-time low, even with letting a large amount of fruit just drop to go back into the soil.
The man accepted the bit and picked up a sheet of parchment, which he deftly folded into a cone to fill with strawberries. "There you are," he said, and held the cone out to Cherry. "Just don't eat them all at once. I bet your parents wouldn't want you to spoil your appetite."
Post by Kender Bard on May 25, 2010 19:35:26 GMT -5
"No," Cherry said, frowning in puzzlement at the girl. "I saw you picking up the nasty stuff off the ground and thought you might be hungry for something that's, you know, good. So I went and bought some strawberries. I can't eat all of them myself anyway.'
Which was a lie but she was trying to be nice to the girl.
The girl peered at Cherry for a moment or two more, and then reached out and grabbed a few berries from the cone. Despite how thin she was, she didn't seem to be in any hurry to eat once she had the food in-hand. She ate one, slowly, and slipped the others into her bag.
"Thank you," she said, albeit grudgingly. Ugh, charity.
Post by Kender Bard on May 27, 2010 0:48:51 GMT -5
"You're welcome," Cherry remarked, popping another in her mouth. As she chewed it, she mumbled out, "My name is Cherry Willoweep. What's yours?" She wondered if the girl was from here, and if so, where her parents were.
"Poppy," the girl replied after a moment's pause. "Just Poppy. I live with my older brother," she added, in case some well-intentioned adult happened to be within earshot. An older sibling taking care of his family was common enough, especially since the plague that had swept through a few years ago.
Post by Kender Bard on May 27, 2010 15:14:31 GMT -5
"Oh, I bet that's nice," Cherry remarked. "Having an older brother I mean. I'm the older sister in my family. I live with my baby sister and my mother. And sometimes the nanny." She peered over her shoulder as she said that but didn't see the woman coming to harass her. "Not that I need one. I bet you don't need one either. We're old enough, right?"
Post by Kender Bard on May 27, 2010 23:38:49 GMT -5
"What? No," Cherry protested. "Maybe for my little sister. My Daddy died and Mommy has to work so she needs someone to look after my sister, but I don't need one." She scoffed at the notion. "I'm not a baby after all." She popped another strawberry into her mouth. "So do you wanna play?"