It was the itch she could not scratch, the shade of a tree at highnoon that was tucked away, or the flea inside your dress you could not see-
That was Emyr, and as the day went on, and each hot hour passed, she finally calmed down enough not to be chewing on her tongue (or the inside of her cheek). In fact, she was finally able to enjoy herself a little, finding a pretty little white dress to buy that she instantly fell in love with, and some gold jewelry to match. She was also opening a new trade partner, so as far as she was concerned, Emyr no longer existed unto her!
So with her ego in check, and her pride back in line, she and her entourage began to make their way home- and as far as she was concerned, no one could mess up this day-
that was, until she passed by the wood workers tent, which was now closed, and noticed a new vanity on display-
and instantly her heart sank as she recalled the auction-
and most unlike her, she felt the faint prickling of tears before she turned away, blinking them back as she told her party to keep moving forward.
The last thing she wanted was to have the end of this day ruined by the memory of him.