Into the System (Open)

[Celandine]

Did she say that? No she didn't, but she knew the art of conversation and she had certainly implied it. He was grubby, and had some remains of the beastie on his clothes and face. It was not pleasant to look at, nor was it very nice to smell. But keeping a smile on her face she said nothing to reply to his comment and instead turned to follow him to the marketplace.

It took little time to get there, and the streets opened up to a large courtyard with a diverse set of stalls. A row of trees made a border on one side, and it gave some coverage to the normal township folk who met and talked on their way to work, shopping or home. A few stalls, mostly of local merchants, was set up under bright canopies with the basics present: a dairy, a butchers, a bakery and a haberdashery. There was a fabric stall, draped in roughspun homeweave and behind it, nestled into a low building was a shop of clothing itself.

"There?" Celandine suggested, pointing to the stall. Certainly it seemed the right sort of thing. She glanced from his clothes to the ones there and nodded.

He would likely need a change too. So therefore she took his hand and started towards the stall proudly, grinning as she used surprising strength to pull the unwitting new friend behind her. Whether Evian liked it or not he was both exciting and intriguing to her, as one whom she couldn't properly dream of, but who had wisdom she did not. For certain she was sure she wanted to keep him around for a while longer.