Snow drifted across the town square, fluttering to the ground at no real speed. It was cold however, a bitterness that crept into the bones and chilled the breath. Lyric was rummaging through a wicker basket on a market stall, huddled into a great fur cloak. The basket was filled with various types of rings. A Large iron thing, curled and gnarled into the shape of vines caught her attention. She lifted it and tried it on her middle finger but found that it didn’t fit. She tried it on each of the fingers on her right hand but it was too large. Reluctantly she set it back down and began shifting through the basket again, unaware that there were people trying to shove in to get a look at the other goods on sale.Â
A nice day off of work meant a cold day of shopping for young Eve. She was in the market square, glancing from building to stall to building, and she noticed a sign indicating someone at a specific stall was selling jewelry, and so she approached it. There were already people there, sticking their heads in over the baskets so Eve could not sneak a peek. She waited, though, being the kind soul she was. Someone would move, eventually.
It took a few minutes, but someone finally did make their purchase and move on, giving Eve just enough room to move in. She accidentally bumped shoulders with a person in a fur cloak, a magnificent one at that, and she blushed. "I'm sorry," she said, turning her head so she could see the person she bumped into.
