SWEETSHEPHERDSOREY.
“Ah? Oh, I’m alright, I’m just looking for now,” he responded, but smiled warmly at her.
“What’s your name? I’m Sorey.” He was still looking between the trinkets and the stranger, but he seemed to have something on his mind, too, and had since before she addressed him.
With the cheeriness of birds chirping at dawn, both her hands rested on her hips, lips spreading into wide grin. “ Just call me Aermi, “ she introduced with great mirth, cerulean gaze flicking back to the trinkets. “ Are you thinking about buying those? ‘Cause I’ve got an earful about those for you — though I won’t say it here. “
No use in angering the merchants!














