Sweet Spring Air (April 3010) {Braeldia}
May 21, 2018 11:51:56 GMT -5
Post by Léoma on May 21, 2018 11:51:56 GMT -5
Leomá tried not to furrow her brow in the anxiety she felt of letting another offer her a meal, instead her face remaining placid and gentle despite inner turmiol. Her blue eyes soaked in the light upon Braeldia's face; the young girl, half her age, was practically radiant.
“That sounds lovely,” she agreed. She cold not let her own pride in caring for herself alone, a pride that had built over the years of her solitude, come between the making of a new friend when those she spoke to were few and far between.
“I've heard… the White Horse Inn offers light meal for mid-day. I've not been… in many years.” And few there would be drinking their meads and ales, drinks which Leomá detested, this early in the day. Most of the type of men which would give Leomá unease were still out about their daily tasks.
“We can meet there when we've finished our duties.” Leomá made pause a moment longer, glancing at the horses, and she reached to brush her shaking fingers over the ones nearest her, feeling her hand settle against the warm of it's muscled neck. “Farwell until later, friends,” she smiled to the both of them. “And you shall I see soon,” she added to Braeldia, before again grasping her cart by hand, and leaning on her cane in the other, to walk slowly up the street toward the markets.
**
The mid-day sun rose higher as Leomá made her settlements at the grocer for the greeneries she had gathered; taking her payment in credit for later use. Lady Katla had always been fair with her in credit given, and credit taken, and Leomá never needed exchange coin with her. A fair way from her home were the markets, midway up the city; and for some it would be but a quick jaunt to make way back downhill to where her home was on the fringes of Edoras, but for Leomá the work of climbing downhill and then up again would be in toil, and so she tucked her cart beside the grocer's shop with permission, and started to further climb through the streets of the hill-city, on way to the inn.
Limping she moved, the side of her foot dragging as it did with the more walking and exhaustion that came upon her, and she steadied herself with her cane as she came to the tall wooden building of two stories, which was the inn. She could see smoke from the chimneys above the kitchen; and smell the soup which was on the pot before she reached it, and with fleeting glance wondered how long she had taken in her slow step, she looked about to see if Braeldia had reached the destination before her.
“That sounds lovely,” she agreed. She cold not let her own pride in caring for herself alone, a pride that had built over the years of her solitude, come between the making of a new friend when those she spoke to were few and far between.
“I've heard… the White Horse Inn offers light meal for mid-day. I've not been… in many years.” And few there would be drinking their meads and ales, drinks which Leomá detested, this early in the day. Most of the type of men which would give Leomá unease were still out about their daily tasks.
“We can meet there when we've finished our duties.” Leomá made pause a moment longer, glancing at the horses, and she reached to brush her shaking fingers over the ones nearest her, feeling her hand settle against the warm of it's muscled neck. “Farwell until later, friends,” she smiled to the both of them. “And you shall I see soon,” she added to Braeldia, before again grasping her cart by hand, and leaning on her cane in the other, to walk slowly up the street toward the markets.
**
The mid-day sun rose higher as Leomá made her settlements at the grocer for the greeneries she had gathered; taking her payment in credit for later use. Lady Katla had always been fair with her in credit given, and credit taken, and Leomá never needed exchange coin with her. A fair way from her home were the markets, midway up the city; and for some it would be but a quick jaunt to make way back downhill to where her home was on the fringes of Edoras, but for Leomá the work of climbing downhill and then up again would be in toil, and so she tucked her cart beside the grocer's shop with permission, and started to further climb through the streets of the hill-city, on way to the inn.
Limping she moved, the side of her foot dragging as it did with the more walking and exhaustion that came upon her, and she steadied herself with her cane as she came to the tall wooden building of two stories, which was the inn. She could see smoke from the chimneys above the kitchen; and smell the soup which was on the pot before she reached it, and with fleeting glance wondered how long she had taken in her slow step, she looked about to see if Braeldia had reached the destination before her.