After the mess of last week, I wasn't too keen on going anywhere near the town for a while. But there are just some things you can't get at the carnivale. Like soap. My bar's finally gotten too small to even hold. So I make my way cautiously, hoping to find something at the weekend market. If not, well, I hear there's a decent enough apothecary, perhaps I can get the ingredients to make my own.
I do know what day it is. Doesn't matter too much to me.
I don't draw too much attention, thankfully. Seeing as I spent most of the riot inside the sheriff's office, I guess most don't associate me with the carnivale. Fate's being kind to me. I see Syl in one direction & Nu in another, both more visual members of the lot than I. They get some hard looks but seem alright.
I luck out & find some decent handmade soap to replace my own. Along the way some teenage girl pushes a cup of something into my hands. She's not paying too much attention, searching the crowd for someone. The quilts are nice, though, so I give them a quick look while I drink. There's a subtle warmth to the punch that I didn't notice before. I wonder if the kid spiked it.
Wander over towards the scent something warm & sweet & my stomach growls. I'm contemplating a basket of muffins when something glitters near my feet, drawing my attention. I bend to pick it up & knock heads with a young woman doing the same.
"Ah! Sorry," I say, rubbing my head & looking up to see who I hit. Gotta shield my eyes a bit, as the sun's behind her, & for a brief moment it seems to make her bright red hair glow like fire. She's stood already, looking down at me, so I pick up the coin. Summer wind, warm, golden & bright, & I shiver at the touch of it. There's a resonance on this coin, & I stand, holding it out to her.
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Date: 2010-09-19 05:24 am (UTC)I do know what day it is. Doesn't matter too much to me.
I don't draw too much attention, thankfully. Seeing as I spent most of the riot inside the sheriff's office, I guess most don't associate me with the carnivale. Fate's being kind to me. I see Syl in one direction & Nu in another, both more visual members of the lot than I. They get some hard looks but seem alright.
I luck out & find some decent handmade soap to replace my own. Along the way some teenage girl pushes a cup of something into my hands. She's not paying too much attention, searching the crowd for someone. The quilts are nice, though, so I give them a quick look while I drink. There's a subtle warmth to the punch that I didn't notice before. I wonder if the kid spiked it.
Wander over towards the scent something warm & sweet & my stomach growls. I'm contemplating a basket of muffins when something glitters near my feet, drawing my attention. I bend to pick it up & knock heads with a young woman doing the same.
"Ah! Sorry," I say, rubbing my head & looking up to see who I hit. Gotta shield my eyes a bit, as the sun's behind her, & for a brief moment it seems to make her bright red hair glow like fire. She's stood already, looking down at me, so I pick up the coin. Summer wind, warm, golden & bright, & I shiver at the touch of it. There's a resonance on this coin, & I stand, holding it out to her.
"This yours?"