The maiden had little time to prepare for her mad dash around the city. There was a room to book into, food to buy, ornaments and bedsheets, soap, casserole dish, basics for her tenure in the new land. She breezed in, nonetheless, finding the sign and displays irresistable. Her light blue skirts chased around her ankles, sleeves peeled to her elbows, hair in a neat bun, eyes furtive and large as they moved around the imrpessive, cosy store.
"Excuse me, anyone?", her softly accented voice pronounced in the quiet. Brushing a dark lock from her eye and behind an ear she turned on the spot, admiring the selection.
"Excuse me, anyone?", her softly accented voice pronounced in the quiet. Brushing a dark lock from her eye and behind an ear she turned on the spot, admiring the selection.