Another elezen woman was in the market today, having risen with the sun. Her own hair was hidden by the thick cloak she wore, a little sensitive to the chill that still hung in the air after so much rain. At the crook of her arm she carried a large basket, already half full of fine fabric, threads, and jars of herbs.
She moved far more slowly from stall to stall, appraising each of the wares with a discerning eye. Occasionally she would pause to haggle a price and added something to her basket. Other times a heated discussion ended with a simple "No thank you" before she walked off. As she made her way through the market, she came upon Vash and noticed his intense gaze off in one direction. Following his gaze, she saw the elezen woman and the miqo'te, a little smile touching her lips.
"I do not think you're her type, sir."
She moved far more slowly from stall to stall, appraising each of the wares with a discerning eye. Occasionally she would pause to haggle a price and added something to her basket. Other times a heated discussion ended with a simple "No thank you" before she walked off. As she made her way through the market, she came upon Vash and noticed his intense gaze off in one direction. Following his gaze, she saw the elezen woman and the miqo'te, a little smile touching her lips.
"I do not think you're her type, sir."
