when: 9th february where: outdoor marketplace who: @risingada
Not too long after she’d arrived, Orlaith had regretted coming to the Outdoor Marketplace. She’d wanted to peruse the stalls, see if any knickknacks caught her eye, but the February chill pressed against her, making her eyes sting, and her nose redden with cold and her fingers ache. It was her own fault for not wearing a coat like all the other people here, who were bundled up and protected from cold’s biting sting. But she’d never much liked coats, the way they pinned down your arms and sat heavily on your body. Maybe it was the fae in her.
What Orlaith needed was a warm cup of tea. Forget shopping. She could do then when it was warmer. A hot drink and perhaps (definitely) a cake would soon warm her free. She turned abruptly, mind made up, and only just managed to stop herself from careening into a woman at the last moment. Her mouth opened to apologise, and then recognition set in, a rueful smile tugging at her mouth instead. “I’m glad I managed to stop myself,” she said to Dawn, “since I don’t think your ankle could take another trip.” And she would have gone flying, if not for Orlaith’s quick reflexes.
