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 Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 7:45 pm
[WEIRD SISTERS with Lana and Niki.
xxxxxxxxxx◗◗◗◗◗ Time: Early Evening Location: A Small Town on the South of Idia
A dead sky hung it's head over the horizon. Old man Winter was low. So low that the clouds wept like milky, grey rivers into the sea. Ghost eyes. Lana hummed herself warm, pursing those plump, powdered lips to blow stomach-fulls of hot air into her sleeves. If she weren't so cold she'd be smiling. After all, the sky was a strange and wondrous thing this time of year. Light streamed in sharp curtains and lingered on the waves. They transformed before her into billowing motes of sun, dust and fire. It was sad. Sad and beautiful. Not at all unlike the wandering Market scene that threatened to steal all of her once hard-earned coin.
Lana's eyes went wide at most things, but nothing lit her up like orange. 'Thank Fall', she breathed, scaring the chilly air into a fog with an open sigh. There weren't many flowering trees in the Town's Square but those which remained stole the show with colorful lanterns and crisp leaves. Pumpkins, be they garden variety or Fairytale, crowded the cobbled streets, foreheads pressed together for warmth. Fat little things. Between the silly placement of large, lumpy gourds and the bustle of the early-evening crowd, Lana struggled not to nudge and be nudged.
What a mess this little town was during the Holidays. Children, ruddy cheeked and bundled, squealed as they ran, nearly toppling the fragile young woman in their path. Lana chirped, pulling herself tight against the nearest stand. The little ones passed, peeking eagerly into cauldrons of bubbling cider and bitter green apples stuck with sticks, still awaiting their glossy red coats. Just as the terrible two disappeared into the surging crowd, their gloved hands met. Such a sight used to make Lana feel hollow, but there was a long-awaited and soothing spice in the air. The scent of pie and windswept leaves and candle light. It was, without a doubt, the comfortable smell of something orange.
A shuffling just behind her head sent a shiver down Lana's neck. The stall she was so unpleasantly pressed against was bursting with knits. And color. And soft, fuzzy perfection! Without thinking, Lana did what anyone under the spell of a chilly, fall evening would do. She took hold of a pumpkin colored scarf and buried her cheek into the warm, alluring wool.
"I must have one." She purred...
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 1:56 pm
Niki was just glad that it was starting to get late. She'd been sitting at her booth nearly freezing her tush off for most of the day and had fared decently at selling her wares. Smaller villages like this weren't her best sales, but she enjoyed them more than the large towns and cities. The people were more friendly and would often stand and talk for a while before moving on, even if they didn't buy anything. Granted, most of the time it was local gossip, but you heard some interesting things from time to time as well.
Plus, the food was often much better! Nikiana had wandered out a while earlier to warm up and find something nice and warm to eat and drink. The friendly woman at the booth next to hers had kindly offered to watch her wares and she'd offered to return the favor, but the woman had had an older son to watch in her place.
Niki was thinking of finding those booths again once she closed up her own here shortly and get some more of the wonderful food and drink. Sure, it meant she didn't make much for today, but that food had been so good! Her thoughts more on her stomach, it took her a moment to realize she had a customer, who was looking quite happily at one of the scarves laid out.
Niki smiled at Lana. "Good evening. Feel free to look all you want."
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