Post by l y n d i s on Oct 24, 2009 3:08:06 GMT -5
Thalasa.
Lyndis loved it. It was a second home from her, days away from her own, much smaller home town.
Still, no matter how much Lyndis loved Thalasa, and no matter how much she begged her father, there was business to be done elsewhere. Other places needed those supplies they shipped forth. Or at least that’s what her father had said. Fruits, and vegetables which had become on short-supply the past few years due to the revocation of nigh all Elysium’s growing land. Camille was a cruel, cruel woman. Fish, however, stayed in Thalasa.
It had been a sickeningly long ride to the state capital. Though nowhere near comparable to the ship ride to Thalasa itself. Still, Lyndis couldn’t recall a time she’d been this far inland. It was beautiful in her own right, and busy, to boot! Though Miss Matthias missed the sight of the ocean. Even within the confines of Elysia, she’d managed to keep sight of such glimmering horizon lines. She’d been able to sea the water coax the sun downwards. And she wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to stay within a place as Elysium.
Still, Lyndis needed to push these thoughts from the forefront of her mind. She worked stalls for what came out to be three months out of the year; a week per month, weather permitting. So here she is. With her rump settled upon that clothed tabletop. She’s mostly watching the people watch by; gaze wavering only to check the Square’s overhead clock.
You see, approximately once every ten-to-fifteen minutes, Miss Matthias took the time to, well, victimize someone. These were all busy people, who no doubt had lives to live, and places to be. Perhaps their own shop to run. Still, Lyn pulls these folk to the side so she may talk-up her own foreign produce, with her cheek pressed close to the other’s and her fingertips playing out intricate tales of the origins of this fruit, or how this carrot had been nurtured from a single, withered seed. It’d been hand-grown and cared for the way her very own mother had cared for her as a small girl.
And it was about that time again.
Lyndis is quick to bump her hips away from that stand only to saunter forth.
The young girl who’s hand she snatches up is a pretty little thing with coaxing blue eyes and mousey brown hair. Her cheekbones high, and her nose, well, it was adorable. Lyndis is almost jealous over this woman’s pretty face, and petite form. Almost. It’s only the thought that this girl probably worked a job that made her miserable which saved Lyn’s self esteem. Despite this not being her forte, this customer interaction, Lyn did love what she did. She loved the traveling, and the almost dual citizenship which it offered her. Perks that no other job aside a ship hand could offer.
“Excuse me, you’ve a moment, don’t you?” she asks of this young woman, that accent of hers, strange and foreign even in such a diverse place, clips those consonants, cutting her words short; quick. though she clearly, and deliberately leaves no time for her to respond, “Of course you do! I’ve something to show you!” It’s at this point that Miss Matthias is drawing the pretty girl closer, and towards that stall she’s been working. She’s in her space, and that hand which had been gripping upon her wrist lifted to knock the girl’s soft hair from her features, tucking it delicately behind the ear.
She’s creating a personal connection in her attempts to get a sale out of this woman. “Do you know what this is, Dear?” she questions, reaching back to pluck up some fruit; an apple, of course she’d know what it was. Assuming she was of moderate intelligence.
Lyndis awaits an answer, a smile curling to her soft lips.
Lyndis loved it. It was a second home from her, days away from her own, much smaller home town.
Still, no matter how much Lyndis loved Thalasa, and no matter how much she begged her father, there was business to be done elsewhere. Other places needed those supplies they shipped forth. Or at least that’s what her father had said. Fruits, and vegetables which had become on short-supply the past few years due to the revocation of nigh all Elysium’s growing land. Camille was a cruel, cruel woman. Fish, however, stayed in Thalasa.
It had been a sickeningly long ride to the state capital. Though nowhere near comparable to the ship ride to Thalasa itself. Still, Lyndis couldn’t recall a time she’d been this far inland. It was beautiful in her own right, and busy, to boot! Though Miss Matthias missed the sight of the ocean. Even within the confines of Elysia, she’d managed to keep sight of such glimmering horizon lines. She’d been able to sea the water coax the sun downwards. And she wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to stay within a place as Elysium.
Still, Lyndis needed to push these thoughts from the forefront of her mind. She worked stalls for what came out to be three months out of the year; a week per month, weather permitting. So here she is. With her rump settled upon that clothed tabletop. She’s mostly watching the people watch by; gaze wavering only to check the Square’s overhead clock.
You see, approximately once every ten-to-fifteen minutes, Miss Matthias took the time to, well, victimize someone. These were all busy people, who no doubt had lives to live, and places to be. Perhaps their own shop to run. Still, Lyn pulls these folk to the side so she may talk-up her own foreign produce, with her cheek pressed close to the other’s and her fingertips playing out intricate tales of the origins of this fruit, or how this carrot had been nurtured from a single, withered seed. It’d been hand-grown and cared for the way her very own mother had cared for her as a small girl.
And it was about that time again.
Lyndis is quick to bump her hips away from that stand only to saunter forth.
The young girl who’s hand she snatches up is a pretty little thing with coaxing blue eyes and mousey brown hair. Her cheekbones high, and her nose, well, it was adorable. Lyndis is almost jealous over this woman’s pretty face, and petite form. Almost. It’s only the thought that this girl probably worked a job that made her miserable which saved Lyn’s self esteem. Despite this not being her forte, this customer interaction, Lyn did love what she did. She loved the traveling, and the almost dual citizenship which it offered her. Perks that no other job aside a ship hand could offer.
“Excuse me, you’ve a moment, don’t you?” she asks of this young woman, that accent of hers, strange and foreign even in such a diverse place, clips those consonants, cutting her words short; quick. though she clearly, and deliberately leaves no time for her to respond, “Of course you do! I’ve something to show you!” It’s at this point that Miss Matthias is drawing the pretty girl closer, and towards that stall she’s been working. She’s in her space, and that hand which had been gripping upon her wrist lifted to knock the girl’s soft hair from her features, tucking it delicately behind the ear.
She’s creating a personal connection in her attempts to get a sale out of this woman. “Do you know what this is, Dear?” she questions, reaching back to pluck up some fruit; an apple, of course she’d know what it was. Assuming she was of moderate intelligence.
Lyndis awaits an answer, a smile curling to her soft lips.