34th of Spring, 513 AV The Flower Stand - Nettle District Sigrun trudged her leather boots along the gravel, whistling softly as she looked left and right up the Nettle district. Nothing seems to change much at Syliras, as everyday seemed to resemble the next; busy people moving quickly and frantically, as if moving at a slower pace would cause them definite harm, coupled by noises of varying amplitudes and the musty scent of sweat and humid air. The young girl felt as if she were moving in slow motion and the rest of the world had doubled in speed. Her eyes met with a certain old fellow who seemed to be walking as liesurely slow as she was, and they both exchanged nods. Smirking to herself, she picked up speed when she saw Atta waving her down from the Flower Stand. "You sent for me, Atta?" she grinned happily, almost childishly, at the young woman. Atta patted the girl's cheek softly, "Oh dear, you look so much better without that heavy leather cape burdening your shoulders!" Sigrun exhaled loudly, "well, you weren't exactly subtle when you said, 'lose the cape, dearie, you're not living in Avanthal! Good heavens!'" "I tell you, I'm tired of seeing you so covered up!" she laughed, "look at you, wearing crisp, light tunics, I am proud!" "I only did it because you asked," she blushed, her heart swelling, "but it'll be your fault when my lack of coverage gets me robbed, or worse." "Flirted with?" the old woman mused. "Atta!" Sigrun grinned, swatting the air in front of the old woman, "you ought to be ashamed!" The old woman laughed even harder. She turned around and took a slip of paper from the worktable, handing it to Sigrun with a warm grin. "I have a special delivery request for you." Sigrun groaned. "What?" Atta raised her hands up, smiling, "don't I pay you enough?" "It's just that, these things," Sigrun grinned, holding the note up with her thumb and forefinger, "they're very unexpected. What if I'm indisposed and you need me to send an arrangement to Grand Master Loren Dyres?" Atta guffawed. "For his living quarters?" the young blonde added in between the woman's laughter, "you'll never know!" "I can assure you that that'll never happen," Atta took the girl by the shoulders and brought her over to the worktable, "it's only one delivery, my dear." "Anything for you, Atta," she chuckled, patting one of the old woman's hands with her own. The blonde read the request carefully, making sure she had a visual of what the order was asking for. It called for a simple, red bouquet that was unique, but had a romantic edge. The young girl folded the note and tucked it under her brown corset. She smoothed her mint green tunic and breathed in deeply. A delivery to the Squire Dormitories. Brilliant, simply brilliant. Biting her lip, the young girl walked over to the front of the stall and selected a few reddish orange flowers, and a select few red ones, and then a couple of gold accents. "You'll need more gold." Atta passed the girl by as she made her way towards a customer. Sigrun glanced over at her and then back down at her mix. Shrugging, she took out a few brighter yellow flowers and began to arrange them over at the worktable. "Goodness Sigrun," Atta interrupted the girl, "you're going to add some green accents to that, aren't you?" "At the base, Atta, yes," the blonde smirked, looking over her shoulder and at the old woman, "don't you worry, I learned from the best." —————————— ※ —————————— The Bittern District, Second Tier - The Squire Dormitories The Bittern District was incredibly intimidating. The place was seemingly teeming with foreigners, people who looked more like seasoned travelers than Syliran residents. Sigrun felt like a fool walking through the place with a large bouquet of flowers in hand, although she got a lot of looks and comments on it. Some where quite favorable, while others, felt unnecessary. "Are those for me?" a young man joked as he passed her by, eyeing her from head to tow. He looked to be a laborer. "I'm afraid it doesn't work that way," she responded with a mocking tone. As she made her way over to the second tier and in front of the Squire Dormitories, the young girl found her heart beating a little bit faster than usual. She nervously looked left and right, eyeing the few squires that littered the area. They gazed at her with interest. "Excuse me?" Her eyes darted over to the front entrance and found a kindly old woman standing before her. "Y-Yes, hello, I'm..." Sigrun trailed off and glanced down at the bouquet of flowers, "here to make a special delivery?" "Flowers? For who?" the old woman asked, her eyes squinting. "Erm..." Sigrun fumbled with the note she had tucked beneath the bottom of the corset wrapped around her waist, "Kise... Kiset..." "Kisetukai," the old woman smiled sweetly, and placed her arms around the girl, "this way dear, this way." "They're just a delivery," Sigrun blurted out defensively as they entered the premises, "they're not from me." The old woman's smile merely widened. The old woman led her down the corridors swiftly, giving Sigrun little time to view the place carefully. All the doors looked the same, and none of them were opened. The few that were revealed nothing interesting. "Here we are," the woman knocked on the suite door. "Uhm," Sigrun fidgeted, shifting her weight from one foot to another as she glanced at the woman and then over to the door. She'd never been in the Squire Dormitories before, and it was admittedly quite terrifying. |
OOC noteThe old woman that welcomes Sigrun into the dormitories is one of the chaperons, Rachel Pernis.
Huhu this is going so well! I'd hate to delay it!