Summary: Morgen takes his youngest daughter out to run an errand.
Genre: general
Word count: ~600
The market was slow the day Morgen went to run errands. Most people moved at a leisurely pace and seemed more interested in the atmosphere of the shopping district rather than the act of buying. He was amongst those easy-going shoppers.
Morgen did have a specific goal in mind…
“Love, I know it’s your day off, but—”
“My heart, there’s no request too grand for me to do for you,” Morgen interjected before pecking Josele on the lips.
Josele giggled then finished her question, “Could you buy new fabric for me? I keep on making clothes for the kids and I’ve finally run out of a few materials.”
“Leave it to me, dear,” Morgen replied. “You go on your new mission without worry. I’ll get that fabric.”
Still, Morgen felt no need to rush.
“Ah, there’s the fabric store,” Morgen mumbled to himself when he spotted the right building.
A soft babble sounded in front of Morgen. Isolde, the newest member of the Faust family, was held against Morgen’s chest in a baby carrier. She cooed again when Morgen smiled at her.
“Yup, we found the palace we need to be to help Mama,” Morgen told the baby. “Now let’s head inside.”
Josele had given Morgen a list of colors and specific textile types she wanted to buy but also added that Morgen can pick a few randomly so she has something to be surprised by.
“So how do we go about picking surprise fabrics?” Morgen asked, looking at Isolde. “I know a few things but I’m not as knowledgeable as Josele. We probably don’t need any more of the sheer fabrics… Maybe we can pick out colors that Josie’s never used before? Ah, but she might hesitate to experiment…”
As Morgen whispered his thoughts, Isolde reached out her hands towards a fabric rack. The rolls were all different shades of purple. Isolde seemed most interested in the lavender-colored roll. Morgen stepped closer to the rack, allowing his daughter’s fingers to brush the material. She let out a pleased gurgle.
Immediately, Isolde began waving her arms and trying to touch the other fabric rolls.
“Oh? You think you’re qualified to judge, is that it?” Morgen joked. “Alright then. Show me what Mama taught you.”
Morgen carried Isolde around the store again, with the goal this time to explore instead of to find predetermined choices.
Walking the floor and between different types of fabrics, Morgen noticed that Isolde tended to focus on the soft, pastel colors. She cooed at a baby blue cotton then looked between it and Morgen. She must’ve recognized that the shade was similar to that of Morgen’s eyes.
Morgen added the baby blue cotton, an azure silk, and navy velvet to his purchase.
Isolde favored grasping at the bolts of fleece, too. Morgen attributed that to Josele wrapping Isolde in a fleece blanket nearly all the time and the baby recognizing the feeling. At one point, she pinched a corner of fleece in her hand and brought it closer to her mouth.
“Wait wait!” Morgen yelped and fumbled to pry his daughter’s hand off the fabric. “That’s not your blanket, Isolde!”
“Guuuu…” Isolde pouted at Morgen and he pouted back at her.
“Don’t give me that attitude, baby,” he mumbled before breaking out in a smile. “Oh, I can’t stay mad at you…” Morgen blew a raspberry into Isolde’s cheek.
A few colors of fleece were bought too.
Morgen called it a day after that.
“Hopefully Josele doesn’t think we went overboard. But if she does, you’re to blame for not stopping me.”
To that, Isolde giggled and clapped her hands.
