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Post by Arien on May 31, 2009 15:24:08 GMT -5
The market had always been one of Arien’s favourite places, ever since she was young, the little tomboy loved to go shopping down town with her mother, trying stuff, talking to people here and there. It was one of the traits of her personality that hadn’t changed, ever since she was young and she wasn’t ashamed to show it as well; she was a lady after all and ladies, liked to do those sort of things.
Those who thought she wouldn’t like to do this kind of things were absolutely wrong. She had her girly sides too, she was simply a though woman who was able to defend herself when getting harmed, which was quite unusual for ladies.
She liked to see the action that happened out there, people chatting, buying or selling their things. She would’ve loved to have her shop in the market but there were just not enough place anymore and in the end, she preferred the spot she had found; since it had brought her someone dear to her; Keann.
She smiled at the though, getting lost into her thoughts once again before Gilwen interrupted them as she questioned her.
“Is there anything in particular you would like to see?” She paused, thinking about the question, she didn’t needed anything particular; she just liked watching stuff and whenever she would find something she really wanted, she would just buy it. “No, but if you have, we could stop wherever you need to, I’m not in a hurry, I just like watching everything that people have to sell.” The seamstress replied happily.
“Of course, I’ll make sure we check on every shop there’s! I’m sure we’ll have the time to do that!!” she exclaimed, now looking like a two years old kid that you brought to the candy shop for the first time.
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Post by Gilwen on May 31, 2009 18:13:36 GMT -5
Gilwen smiled pleasantly to the throng of people as they worked their way in either direction on the street. It was loud; various vendors on small stands attempting to catch the eyes, and it seemed the ears, of every Gondorian as they moved about. Behind them were various shops, the ones in the city that seemed to never be short on business. They were not necessarily the best samples of quality in some works, but it did not matter to most of the people that passed through here.
“No, but if you have, we could stop wherever you need to, I’m not in a hurry, I just like watching everything that people have to sell.” The answer Arien gave Gilwen as to where they were heading first was easily relatable. Even as a child, Gilwen adored going to the market. It was something about the energy, she presumed. And as she had gotten older, it was nice to fuel an avid imagination to take her errands there and turn them into dreams.
Oft she would pass by lovely stores and look in through their windows to see their things. Sometimes vowing to save wages to return for some extremely eye-catching items, and other times wishfully imagining being able to afford such lovely things. Her eye caught such an item now. A floor length mirror was being displayed in the window of one of the shops, and her brown eyes jealously gazed at it.
In truth she did not need one. For she had lived all her life without seeing the whole of her reflected in a looking glass of the sort. She was five and twenty, and gentle in spirit. She did not need to fuel a vanity in her. She was a modest woman. Still, to have a glass of the sort would be useful when it came to suitors. To know in full what you were dressed in before leaving your house.
She finally pried her eyes away and looked to Arien once more, and began to move down the street, the small woman having to duck out of the way for citizens who were hardly paying any attention to where they were going. Her mother had always thought the markets were a dangerous place for those who were small. As she had grown older, Gilwen had realized that it was not an entirely false belief. Though, it never made her the least bit uneasy or afraid.
To her left another shop was looming up, quite bright and pleasant looking and Gilwen smiled softly. "Arien, I do make it a point to go to that one every time I come," she murmured, with a small sideways nod to the open door. It belonged to a toy shop, full of carved wooden figurines, lovely dolls, and various other child things. When she had been younger, Gilwen had admired many a doll there. Never able to afford it, she had always checked in on it to gaze at the lovely works and imagine owning such an exquisite baby doll.
She had continued this habit into her adult years, sometimes hoping that one day she would be able to walk out of the store with the doll of her dreams in hand. While she knew it was ridiculous to wish for such a meaningless trinket--and with such short funds, no less--she mused that perhaps it would not always be meaningless. Surely one day she would have a daughter of her own to gift such a toy to. Even if Gilwen herself never owned such a thing, surely she would not have to deny such a privilege to her own daughter.
Her thoughts had certainly become forward, and as such she quickly shook her mind clear. "It is tradition. Ever since I was little I go that shop there. The man who stocks it is well talented in crafting." She explained quietly, with a slight glimmer in her eye that seemed akin to that of when a child receives a lovely gift. She would, of course, understand if Arien did not wish to enter the shop. It could warrant a few gazes from some of the others that bustled around.
Gilwen almost frowned then. What with the rumors now rampant about the palace of her being a harlot, perhaps it would be best if she did not enter such a store. It could give the wrong impression; that she, Gilwen, was expecting an ill-begotten child from her escapades. While of course this was ridiculous, and the servant woman by no means would be expecting she assumed it might be best to not spark any more rumors. Someone she knew was bound to be at the market.
And rumors did spread like wildfire. "It does look rather busy," she finally said, turning back to Arien quickly. "Perhaps the next time I am here, then." She offered a small smile and began to move off once more. She would let Arien pick their first stop of the afternoon.
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