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A young woman took notice of two young children playing together in the middle of the market nestled right in the heart of Laurel City.
She spied the two across the way while searching through the catch of the day.
She smiled at their play.
In the air the scents of freshly baked goods, fish, vegetables and wine wafted with the breeze and mixed with the sounds of life. Sounds of the people working the water well, hardworking salesmen shouting to get a potential costumer’s attention to buy their wares, idle chatter, and the clang of metal workers.
The woman mentioned at the outset is called Minra.
She undoubtedly had a last name at one point in her twenty years of existence although she has chosen not to use it presently. Minra walked to the next stand without purchasing fish.
“Milady! Beautiful jewelry for you! Only fifteen coins.” An aged man held out braided leather chords adorned with glass beads that glinted in the sun.
She stopped and grinned. “And what need would I have for jewelry, kind sir?” She retorted lightheartedly. For this was the kind of woman she was; all jokes and mirth. The man’s brow furrowed for a moment before his wrinkled face smiled,
“Why, every woman should have at least one beautiful thing.” He looked to the beads delighting in his work.
Minra glanced at the beads for the last time before moving her attention to the sword strapped to her hip. She patted it, calling attention to it.
“Kyon is all I need. Thank you. Your beads are a thing of excellence though.” She said in goodbye and walked on.
What would she do with such delicate pretty things? Break them probably, she reflected for a moment as she left. She made her way through the crowds to the large fountain in the middle of the square.
It was always like this here.
Laurel City being the only place to rest and stock up for journeyers for miles and miles made it a popular stop. In fact, Minra herself used to be a traveler not a few years ago.
She stood at the fountains edge peering in at the water..
She spied the two across the way while searching through the catch of the day.
She smiled at their play.
In the air the scents of freshly baked goods, fish, vegetables and wine wafted with the breeze and mixed with the sounds of life. Sounds of the people working the water well, hardworking salesmen shouting to get a potential costumer’s attention to buy their wares, idle chatter, and the clang of metal workers.
The woman mentioned at the outset is called Minra.
She undoubtedly had a last name at one point in her twenty years of existence although she has chosen not to use it presently. Minra walked to the next stand without purchasing fish.
“Milady! Beautiful jewelry for you! Only fifteen coins.” An aged man held out braided leather chords adorned with glass beads that glinted in the sun.
She stopped and grinned. “And what need would I have for jewelry, kind sir?” She retorted lightheartedly. For this was the kind of woman she was; all jokes and mirth. The man’s brow furrowed for a moment before his wrinkled face smiled,
“Why, every woman should have at least one beautiful thing.” He looked to the beads delighting in his work.
Minra glanced at the beads for the last time before moving her attention to the sword strapped to her hip. She patted it, calling attention to it.
“Kyon is all I need. Thank you. Your beads are a thing of excellence though.” She said in goodbye and walked on.
What would she do with such delicate pretty things? Break them probably, she reflected for a moment as she left. She made her way through the crowds to the large fountain in the middle of the square.
It was always like this here.
Laurel City being the only place to rest and stock up for journeyers for miles and miles made it a popular stop. In fact, Minra herself used to be a traveler not a few years ago.
She stood at the fountains edge peering in at the water..
