Jingling sounded in the immediate area as the brass key released the lock hidden within the wooden planks of the door and force applied gave the door momentum to swing inwards, releasing many fragrances to greet the young maiden with cheerful tidings. Soft footsteps, barely audible entered, baskets that burdened her arms set down with small sprinklings of earth slipping through the cracks onto the floor where it would be swept up later on only to be replaced just as quickly..who ever heard of a shop that specialized in objects that grew in the earth to be totally void of it? A soft smile spread across her lips, to no one in particular, since there was no one to receive it, only the plants and that was exactly what it was intended for.*
"Good morning." Cheerful voice rang through the shop, as had the jingling of the bell that was now silent, until she closed the door that is, fingertips gliding across various leaves and blossoms,as she made her way along the shelves and stalls to check on her plants and flowers. Her morning ritual would have her tending them with water, fresh soil or even a tune, which she carried quite nicely when her only audience was the type that donned foliage instead of fabrics,and petals in place of jewels.
Agate that had been soaking overnight in Lily of the Valley oil was taken up by the thin silver chains anchored into the stone to dry, a few variations in color from a soft pink, to white streaked with emerald colored layers, to even darker shades depending upon the person's preference..the oil and stone combination apparently used to pull the truth from one that you thought was not being so honest. It had been a profitable seller for the most part, with only one being returned as faulty..if Shayle had the opportunity she would have used it on the returnee but that was not her. She merely smiled and refunded the notorious's woman's coins, watching as she then trapsed to the tavern across the way.
Another sounding of the bell would be a sure sign of a customer, turning to let sage optics fall upon the child entering, her form automatically went to the stand behind the counter, looking down to the small boy and the treasures in his hands he always brought to her.
"Greetings Sir William, what treasures hast thou brought to me today?" Noble title and speeach given, though neither could claim such blood went along with a curtsy that the counter would hide for the most part, optics grazing over the counter where objects had been released from his hands, nothing of true value..a few chunks of granite and to her dismay some small rounded Amber.* "Thou hast traveled to the forests of the elves and pixies once more Sir William, tis a most dangerous place to find treasures as the pixies can be quite malicious at times.." Even as she scolded, slender fingers were delving into her pocket to produce a few coins..more then what should be paid and she would be lucky to get that back once they were sold, but William was making a living at the age of eight for himself and younger sister, with their mother spending every dime she made at the tavern..both making her coin there and spending it at the same location. Her other hand produced two sweets that always accompanied the daily transaction and the boy left with not a word, only the slightest of smiles in gratitude..never happiness.
Coming from behind the counter, she went to the windows, raising the thick fabric blinds and could feel the happiness from her actions in the air about her, glancing back the blossoms were already pivoting towards the warm rays that streamed within, and as always, she could swear she heard a chorus of happy sighs. Cream silken gown that cascaded to her ankles nearly shimmered in the sunlight, deep green belt that cinched at her waist dotted with red rose buds that trailed down the back of the skirt were dyed to match the deep green silken slippers perfectly. Wavy chestnut locks were let loose to fall freely to her mid back, the sage green streaks a little out of place but fit her personality..the light within the dark as her Father had referred to her many times over the years.
Traveling out of the shop, rearranging a few bunches of dried rosemary and lavender upon her way, her broom was taken up by nimble hands and the front cobblestones assaulted by it's bristles in a vain attempt to keep the walkway tidy. Pedestrians passing would be greeted with a smile and slight bow as she toiled away at the task.
