Women and men alike could be hearing calling out their wares, the bustling of people all around. It was true that Shimoje gave the air to others that he had no want to care. As he made his way through the market, it would be found that the two that had previously joined him were no longer following as they became lost amongst the sea of bodies.
A dark haired, dark eyed beauty was showing off some of the jewels and gems adorned on her body that she was trying to sell called out and waved him over to see what she had available. Her lips formed into a pout as her eyes followed him directly past her stall and to the old woman at the end of the way. Her glaring gaze was watching the fat bottom moving back and forth in time with her broom.
Joselin was bustling about, sweeping the cold stones underfoot nearest her stall as she waited for customers to approach. Her loose skin jiggled when she was started by a soft voice behind her. Turning she glared at the bald man who dared to scare her after the eventful afternoon she’d already had. Her irritation already at a boiling point she took the straw end of the broom and whacked him in the shin with it.
“Oh you! Why you trying to scare an old woman like that? I could’ve had a heart attack!” She whispered with force, not wanting to cause another scene. With a bright red face, she huffed at him. Hand on hip Joselin narrowed eyes at the shiny-headed man, “Who wants to know what I do?” She moved back to sweeping the area are the stall waiting for the man to speak.
If she felt that he gave a good enough answer, then she might be inclined to respond. However, if she felt that he was bothersome, then Joselin would carry on with her menial task, ignoring the gentleman.
Unbeknownst to either of the two, on the far side of the market a commotion began to stir. Someone had played a trick on a tallowers wife while she was trying to sell the goods. While he was in an uproar over someone flipping her skirts over her head a hooded person slinked from the back of the small crowd that had begun to gather.
A dark haired, dark eyed beauty was showing off some of the jewels and gems adorned on her body that she was trying to sell called out and waved him over to see what she had available. Her lips formed into a pout as her eyes followed him directly past her stall and to the old woman at the end of the way. Her glaring gaze was watching the fat bottom moving back and forth in time with her broom.
Joselin was bustling about, sweeping the cold stones underfoot nearest her stall as she waited for customers to approach. Her loose skin jiggled when she was started by a soft voice behind her. Turning she glared at the bald man who dared to scare her after the eventful afternoon she’d already had. Her irritation already at a boiling point she took the straw end of the broom and whacked him in the shin with it.
“Oh you! Why you trying to scare an old woman like that? I could’ve had a heart attack!” She whispered with force, not wanting to cause another scene. With a bright red face, she huffed at him. Hand on hip Joselin narrowed eyes at the shiny-headed man, “Who wants to know what I do?” She moved back to sweeping the area are the stall waiting for the man to speak.
If she felt that he gave a good enough answer, then she might be inclined to respond. However, if she felt that he was bothersome, then Joselin would carry on with her menial task, ignoring the gentleman.
Unbeknownst to either of the two, on the far side of the market a commotion began to stir. Someone had played a trick on a tallowers wife while she was trying to sell the goods. While he was in an uproar over someone flipping her skirts over her head a hooded person slinked from the back of the small crowd that had begun to gather.
