Carys took a bite from a fresh, juicy apple, and basked happily in the warm sunshine. It wasn't often she got to enjoy the day, working as hard as she did, so making a delivery to a customer had been a nice chance to get out of the hat shop for a little while and have some lunch. She could have had her assistant do it really, trivial little errand that it was, but she liked to add that personal touch to her business. Of course, she also liked to take a break now and then. While she loved her job, there were times when an excuse to slack off had to be taken, and today was one of those times.
Making her way out of the bustling market, she was greeted with a sight that made her glad she'd decided to take the afternoon off. It was, well, interesting wasn't really the word. What it was, was a great big dragon. A great big, actual dragon, just walking around Arca! Like it was nothing! "What in the world?..." she muttered softly through a mouthful of fruit.
She wasn't usually much of a curious person, but this had to be looked into.
If there was going to be any violence, she reasoned, it would probably have started by now, so she wasn't too scared to get a better look. She sidled closer, trying not to be too obvious about her staring. It seemed to be coming towards her... No, not it, they. As the people between her and the spectacle thinned out, she could see now that there was a man with the dragon, and, well, he wasn't exactly bad-looking.
No, that would be a bad, bad, very bad idea, wouldn't it? After all, he was walking around with a dragon, he probably didn't want to be bothered by a chubby little hatmaker and even if he did, well, the dragon's opinion would probably count for more and she was pretty sure that dragons didn't wear hats and they were getting quite close now, like, very very close, like, maybe she should probably move close and oh gods, why did she have to have a thing for elves?