The Market
Eilonwy tucked some hair behind her ear as she walked down the street, admiring the items that many were selling, trying to make a little extra money from those that had come into town for the festivities. As she wandered, the young maiden stopped to admire tenderly carved combs and hair forks that the woodcarver’s wife was selling, and part of her wished she’d had spare pocket money to be able to spend on such pretty things. As she turned to move on, the girl bumped into another form, startling herself some, “Oh! ‘m so, so sorry! I didn’t see ye there.” she explained hurriedly, her words tumbling over her thick Welsh accent.
Gogo had a few hours break, and usually liked to visit the market during that time. It was nice to get out of the guard uniform and put on a much more comfortable dress and wander along the street. Of course nothing ever really moved fast enough for her, slow walkers, slow deciders. Gogo’s mother had always told that it was ok to slow down, but she never wanted to. As she was slipping through the crowd of people, she accidentally stepped right in front of a girl who was turning around. “I’m sorry” She said, just as the other was apologizing.





















