"Oh, these are lovely."
Another walk through the Marketplace... Lydia didn't always go with the intent of buying something, especially now that money was an issue. Sometimes though, she just couldn't help herself, things would catch her eye and she had to check it out. One of the curses of sight perhaps...? She really must stop putting herself in temptation's way.
"Eh? Oh lass thank ye kindly. Mayhap be ye wantin' one? They be only a silver each."
There was a sad smile on her face as she set the blank, sapphire colored book back on the table with the others. There were so many books to choose from too, leathery, jewel encrusted, and even fuzzy... All of them would make a perfect diary too.
"That's a good price, but I'm afraid...I can't. I've always wanted a diary, but... well, now even with sight I can't read or write."
"Really lass? Well... if'n ye cannae read or write, perhaps there be a solution for ye."
"What would that be?"
"Follow me lass."
The vendor gestured for Lydia to follow him into his pavilion. Curiosity piqued, she followed. Once within, she looked around to see several boxes, lots of clothing hanging up, and generally? Lots of junk. The man led her to a small box in the back, taking a cautious glance around before he started to open it. His secrecy with the object within was like how one might react when dealing with things in the Black Market, not that Lydia would know such a thing.
"This be the solution to ye troubles lass!"
"Alright! So..um, what is it?"
"Ye dinnae know??"
"No."
"I suppose not every one would... this is called a recorder lass. It records ye voice."
It was an odd looking thing. A black box with buttons. And of course her eyes widened with suprise when he flipped it open and pulled out a smaller...rectangular shaped box? with two holes in it. There were several more of those in the box they came from too.
"This is a cassette, it's what the recorder uses to store ye words."
"Store my words?"
"Aye, it lets ye store ye words. Ye just press this button here, speak into this part, and when ye're done? Ye press this button here. If ye want ta play back what ye just recorded, ye just hit this button, it will rewind, and ye can play it back. It's a simple device really, once ye get used to it."
"Really..hmm, it is a clever thing. How much do you want for it?"
"Ten silvers. And that's a bargain lass! Do ye have any idea how much trouble it is for me to st..er..get one of these? That price includes the tapes too, I'm practically letting ye rip me off!"
Ten silvers? Maybe that wasn't a lot to some, but to Lydia? That was quite pricey, especially now when she had barely any money. Though a recorder...might be nice.
"Alright, I'll take it then!"
Financially? Back to square one!
Another walk through the Marketplace... Lydia didn't always go with the intent of buying something, especially now that money was an issue. Sometimes though, she just couldn't help herself, things would catch her eye and she had to check it out. One of the curses of sight perhaps...? She really must stop putting herself in temptation's way.
"Eh? Oh lass thank ye kindly. Mayhap be ye wantin' one? They be only a silver each."
There was a sad smile on her face as she set the blank, sapphire colored book back on the table with the others. There were so many books to choose from too, leathery, jewel encrusted, and even fuzzy... All of them would make a perfect diary too.
"That's a good price, but I'm afraid...I can't. I've always wanted a diary, but... well, now even with sight I can't read or write."
"Really lass? Well... if'n ye cannae read or write, perhaps there be a solution for ye."
"What would that be?"
"Follow me lass."
The vendor gestured for Lydia to follow him into his pavilion. Curiosity piqued, she followed. Once within, she looked around to see several boxes, lots of clothing hanging up, and generally? Lots of junk. The man led her to a small box in the back, taking a cautious glance around before he started to open it. His secrecy with the object within was like how one might react when dealing with things in the Black Market, not that Lydia would know such a thing.
"This be the solution to ye troubles lass!"
"Alright! So..um, what is it?"
"Ye dinnae know??"
"No."
"I suppose not every one would... this is called a recorder lass. It records ye voice."
It was an odd looking thing. A black box with buttons. And of course her eyes widened with suprise when he flipped it open and pulled out a smaller...rectangular shaped box? with two holes in it. There were several more of those in the box they came from too.
"This is a cassette, it's what the recorder uses to store ye words."
"Store my words?"
"Aye, it lets ye store ye words. Ye just press this button here, speak into this part, and when ye're done? Ye press this button here. If ye want ta play back what ye just recorded, ye just hit this button, it will rewind, and ye can play it back. It's a simple device really, once ye get used to it."
"Really..hmm, it is a clever thing. How much do you want for it?"
"Ten silvers. And that's a bargain lass! Do ye have any idea how much trouble it is for me to st..er..get one of these? That price includes the tapes too, I'm practically letting ye rip me off!"
Ten silvers? Maybe that wasn't a lot to some, but to Lydia? That was quite pricey, especially now when she had barely any money. Though a recorder...might be nice.
"Alright, I'll take it then!"
Financially? Back to square one!