Was she nervous? You betcha. Was she excited too? Of course!
This was not the first time Lydia had been to the Marketplace to sell things. During the late summer when flowers were still in bloom everywhere she'd collect them to sell, and even make tiaras out of them. It never acquired much in the way of money, perhaps the occasional silver or three, but it was better than nothing. Of course with autumn's arrival the flowers growing in the woods had started to die, so selling flowers was best left to the professionals with their own green houses and such.
So just what was the petite green haired elf selling today?
Quilts! That's right, as of late the girl had been learning to sew and the first thing she learned to make were quilts. While she wasn't an expert by any means, Lydia still believed they were perhaps good enough to sell and earn a little profit on.
The spot she had at the Marketplace was a good one, if not perfect. It didn't lay in direct sunlight, it wasn't too close to other vendors so it wasn't crowded, and it was right there at one of the main entrances of the Marketplace. Quilts were laid out on a thin table and there was even a little, colorful pavillion hanging over her for shade.
There were three large quilts, and two smaller ones that were perfect for children, or even a small adult? Two of the larger quilts were... well, the only word that could be used to describe them would be colorful. Most quilts had a defining pattern and color scheme, not these two. Every color from the dark to light and every pattern from the simple to bizarre had been used for them. They weren't ugly but they certainly were an...acquired taste. The third of the larger quilts was still on the abstract side, but it at least kept to more earthen tones such as brown and green.
The two smaller quilts were very similar, both were bright, held many colors, and even had strips of fabric running along the edges all frilly and girly like.
Last but not least was the green haired vendor herself standing behind the table.
Lydia looked this way and that way excitedly, watching people pass by on the streets. She made certain to smile widely and offer polite nods and waves to people who passed by but... nothing. How dissapointing! Lips pursed in thought as she leaned against the table, perhaps she needed to be more outgoing? She's seen other vendors do their thing by shouting and yelling at those passing by to call attention to themselves and their wares... but certainly she can't just shout and yell at strangers? Of course you don't need to shout and yell to communicate!
"Excuse me sir? Would you like to take-"
No response.
"Ma'am? Do you need a-"
No response.
"Maybe you'd like to-"
Oh my, they ran away.
Things went like this for quite some time. There was no interest, no sells, no profit, no nothing. An exasperated sigh escaped her as she leaned against the booth, pale eyes going over her quilts. Maybe they just weren't that good? Maybe she was kidding herself by thinking she could sell them?
No no no.
No negative thoughts. She only needed to give it a few more minutes... she was certain.
OOC Note: This be one of those nifty open story things. :D Which means, if you wanna respond and participate, go right ahead, since it's the reason I made this thread!]
This was not the first time Lydia had been to the Marketplace to sell things. During the late summer when flowers were still in bloom everywhere she'd collect them to sell, and even make tiaras out of them. It never acquired much in the way of money, perhaps the occasional silver or three, but it was better than nothing. Of course with autumn's arrival the flowers growing in the woods had started to die, so selling flowers was best left to the professionals with their own green houses and such.
So just what was the petite green haired elf selling today?
Quilts! That's right, as of late the girl had been learning to sew and the first thing she learned to make were quilts. While she wasn't an expert by any means, Lydia still believed they were perhaps good enough to sell and earn a little profit on.
The spot she had at the Marketplace was a good one, if not perfect. It didn't lay in direct sunlight, it wasn't too close to other vendors so it wasn't crowded, and it was right there at one of the main entrances of the Marketplace. Quilts were laid out on a thin table and there was even a little, colorful pavillion hanging over her for shade.
There were three large quilts, and two smaller ones that were perfect for children, or even a small adult? Two of the larger quilts were... well, the only word that could be used to describe them would be colorful. Most quilts had a defining pattern and color scheme, not these two. Every color from the dark to light and every pattern from the simple to bizarre had been used for them. They weren't ugly but they certainly were an...acquired taste. The third of the larger quilts was still on the abstract side, but it at least kept to more earthen tones such as brown and green.
The two smaller quilts were very similar, both were bright, held many colors, and even had strips of fabric running along the edges all frilly and girly like.
Last but not least was the green haired vendor herself standing behind the table.
Lydia looked this way and that way excitedly, watching people pass by on the streets. She made certain to smile widely and offer polite nods and waves to people who passed by but... nothing. How dissapointing! Lips pursed in thought as she leaned against the table, perhaps she needed to be more outgoing? She's seen other vendors do their thing by shouting and yelling at those passing by to call attention to themselves and their wares... but certainly she can't just shout and yell at strangers? Of course you don't need to shout and yell to communicate!
"Excuse me sir? Would you like to take-"
No response.
"Ma'am? Do you need a-"
No response.
"Maybe you'd like to-"
Oh my, they ran away.
Things went like this for quite some time. There was no interest, no sells, no profit, no nothing. An exasperated sigh escaped her as she leaned against the booth, pale eyes going over her quilts. Maybe they just weren't that good? Maybe she was kidding herself by thinking she could sell them?
No no no.
No negative thoughts. She only needed to give it a few more minutes... she was certain.
OOC Note: This be one of those nifty open story things. :D Which means, if you wanna respond and participate, go right ahead, since it's the reason I made this thread!]