Shopping Day

[Persephone DeVone]

Persephone needed to get things for her home. It was barren place, and now that she had the ablity to buy things, including food, she wanted to. Her stomach growled at the thought of hot food, and she smiled at memories of home cooking.

Yeah, and with all my luck, I'll probably catch the whole place on fire.

Still she remained optimistic as she looked around. Vendors were every where selling goods she'd never seen before and things that had been made in her home town. She didn't know where to start, but hoped to find some kind person that would have a clue on what and where she should start.

[Saphira Siparti of Elvinoire]

Saphira walked with dignified poise through the busy market place. She looked and scanned everything on sale with a experienced eye, calculating. She couldn't help it. She had merchant blood in her. She wore a green claok embroidered with various signs and pentacles in gold thread, clasped at her throat. The market was a noisy place and the pale individual seemed out of place. But she was in her element.

[Ailena]

Ailena gazed around the market with both scorn and praise for the vendors. Growing up in a merchant family, a place like that was almost a second home to her. However, she had never expected to see such deceit.

"You sir, should be ashamed of yourself. This cloth is not silk, for if it should be, you may mark me as a queen. And believe me, I shall never be one," she remarked coldly to the large man as she let the red cloth fall from her fingers gently onto his counter. It did surprise her that no matter how filthy he looked like, his merchandise was as neat as as the cheep fabric would allow itself to be.

The young mage had, however, not come to the market place looking to cause trouble. After all, all the men there were trying to do was make a profit, a living. She couldn't blame them for trying their best, but the worst, that was another story. The dark haired woman did not like it when such selfish men tried to get richer by prying on the vanity and ignorance of others.

Finally she stopped at a stall that looked twice as decent as most. Ailena needed a dress for the feast that the king had promised them. Most of her latest clothing was old and carried too many memories of her old life. And when she gathered in a crowd that counted itself as the people of Avaren, she wanted to be worthy enough of that name.

And so, figuring that the dark red material in her hands was worth it's price, the young girl offered the old woman selling the coins for the purchase. Placing the beautiful dress in her satchel, Ailena turned to walk away from the stall. On her way, she accidentally bumped into a young girl who had been standing, unmoving, in the middle of the isle of stalls.

"Pardon me," the dark haired mage told the blond girl before her. "However, I would advise that you move aside for I've seen a few merchants in a hurry and their carts sure wouldn't abide for bystanders." Indeed, a fast moving horse or cart could trample the girl with ease. Not to mention that pickpockets loved such easy targets.

[Saphira Siparti of Elvinoire]

She spotted Ailena at once. She liked this particular young women, who seemed so pleasant to be around with. Walking over, using her air of superiority to part the sea of shoppers, she finally arrived beside her, to the left. By now, the sun was high in the sky, and the temperature was creeping up like an old snail on a window pane.
"Hello."

[Ailena]

Hearing a voice behind her, Ailena turned her head ever so gently to see who had spoken. The odds were usually that she was not the one being called. As her dark eyes fell on the speaker, Ailena found that she knew her and saw that it was she to whom the Hello was referred to.

"How do you do, dear lady?" she asked as she smiled in greeting. Ailena was not sure how exactly refer to the beautifully dressed regal woman, seeing as they were not exactly acquaintances on a deeper level.

Still, if felt oddly pleasant to be able to see a familiar face among the crowd that had swallowed up the dark haired girl's old life. The life where it had been hard for her not to know someone, and now, that was the one thing she wished for.

[Saphira Siparti of Elvinoire]

Saphira dropped her adult like stance and became at once more friendly.
"Come on. Don't be so formal. Those phrases are for people in court." she smiled, a smile that was able to memerize most men.
Elvin smile. She hope this young lady wouldn't find out about her real heritage. People tended to judge her when they found out she was of an elvin race.
"So. How are you?"