The first time Kristia had laid eyes on Willie, the Horse Nilly; was at the Marketplace.
The redhead was strolling down the cobbled roads, casting a gaze back and forth between the vendors. She wasn't looking for anything in particular, more interested in taking in the sights and sounds of the people bustling around. Since her return it was one of the first opportunities she'd had to just walk around. Most everything looked the same. The faces were different and the products offered varied a little, but it was the same chaotic haggling that she remembered.
"Have a look, lovely lady. A spot o' faerie dust for you. Make any man, any man indeed fall right on o'er you!" One merchant shouted out, enthusiastically shaking around a vial that had the sparkling dust inside.
Kristia snorted, followed by a shake of her head.
"As if I needed some ridiculous dust for that to happen." She approached the same merchant's booth, crossing her arms over her chest.
"What other trinkets do you have?" She browsed the selection for a few moments. Picking out a couple things, she handed a few silver over to the merchant. She walked away from the booth with three vials in hand. Tomb Dust, Fire Dust, and Salt of Tears.
She placed her newly acquired things into her satchel, sauntering onwards. Amongst all of the hustle and bustle of the Market, there was one person who stood out like a sore thumb. That, was Willie.
He didn't have a booth. That was most likely because the fellow wouldn't be able to fit behind a booth. He was short and round; and his belly stuck out quite far. His face matched his stomach, round, with fat chipmunk cheeks and large lips. She couldn't see any hair because of the ridiculous looking straw-hat on his head It was obvious that he was a farmer, dressed in a pair of faded overalls without a shirt beneath the outfit. Ripped and torn legs, the overalls had stains all over. It looked as though the man had ate, slept, worked, and played for weeks in that same pair of overalls. Chances are he had.
Kristia scoffed at the man, but with a second glance she took more of an interest. His hands held the reigns attached to the mouth of a tanned horse, who's head was crouched over, happily snacking down some grass.
"Horse for sale! Horse for sale! Beautiful seven-year old gelding. Perfect temperament. Come take a look," Willie was shouting out repetitively. He gave the horse a tug with the reigns but the creature didn't move.
The redhead was strolling down the cobbled roads, casting a gaze back and forth between the vendors. She wasn't looking for anything in particular, more interested in taking in the sights and sounds of the people bustling around. Since her return it was one of the first opportunities she'd had to just walk around. Most everything looked the same. The faces were different and the products offered varied a little, but it was the same chaotic haggling that she remembered.
"Have a look, lovely lady. A spot o' faerie dust for you. Make any man, any man indeed fall right on o'er you!" One merchant shouted out, enthusiastically shaking around a vial that had the sparkling dust inside.
Kristia snorted, followed by a shake of her head.
"As if I needed some ridiculous dust for that to happen." She approached the same merchant's booth, crossing her arms over her chest.
"What other trinkets do you have?" She browsed the selection for a few moments. Picking out a couple things, she handed a few silver over to the merchant. She walked away from the booth with three vials in hand. Tomb Dust, Fire Dust, and Salt of Tears.
She placed her newly acquired things into her satchel, sauntering onwards. Amongst all of the hustle and bustle of the Market, there was one person who stood out like a sore thumb. That, was Willie.
He didn't have a booth. That was most likely because the fellow wouldn't be able to fit behind a booth. He was short and round; and his belly stuck out quite far. His face matched his stomach, round, with fat chipmunk cheeks and large lips. She couldn't see any hair because of the ridiculous looking straw-hat on his head It was obvious that he was a farmer, dressed in a pair of faded overalls without a shirt beneath the outfit. Ripped and torn legs, the overalls had stains all over. It looked as though the man had ate, slept, worked, and played for weeks in that same pair of overalls. Chances are he had.
Kristia scoffed at the man, but with a second glance she took more of an interest. His hands held the reigns attached to the mouth of a tanned horse, who's head was crouched over, happily snacking down some grass.
"Horse for sale! Horse for sale! Beautiful seven-year old gelding. Perfect temperament. Come take a look," Willie was shouting out repetitively. He gave the horse a tug with the reigns but the creature didn't move.