76th Fall, 515AV
The recent cold snap to the weather chilled Sissena's bones as soon as she stepped out of her home. Shivering, she tightened her coat around her waist and lowered her head downwards, but this did little to warm the half-breed. Briefly, she considered whether or not to return home, to evade the unpleasant coldness that made her breath hang in the air in front of her. But no; she had things to do today, and Sissy had never been the type to turn away from a to-do list.
She was dressed in the same outfit she donned almost every day: a plain white shirt, dark britches and dark boots. She looked official, even if technically today she would not be working. But that was Sissena's way: efficient, brisk. Some would call her curt manner rude, but others - those who employed her, anyway - appreciated her conscientiousness.
Of course, today she was not at work. She was shopping: a far more unpleasant and tedious task. Winter was turning cold and frosty already, and Sissy daren't wait any longer before she got properly prepared. Her intolerance of the cold came from her mother, she knew. She remembered how her mother had always shivered at night, regardless of how many blankets she threw over her bed.
Unconsciously, Sissena's left hand moved to her chest, fingering the small lump under her coat that was her precious necklace. It had been her mother's, and perhaps even her grandmother's before that -- Sissena could not remember the finer details of the necklace's history. She loved it nevertheless.
Her first purchase was a pair of woollen gloves. The merchant, a greedy pot-bellied man if Sissy had ever seen one, grossly overcharged her. She had been so shocked at his brazen overpricing that she had been flummoxed out of negotiating. Fortunately, she managed to find her tongue for her next target.
"I will pay no more than three gold mizas for this scarf." She said stubbornly, holding the swathe of material in her hand and waving it In his face.
The merchant barked out a horrid laugh, showering Sissy and his mother wares in spittle. "Five. Now pay or get out of my sight."
She fixed her jaw, knotted her brows together. Sissena was not a broad woman, or that tall, so she tried her hardest to fill as much space as she could. Trying again: "Three." The woman behind her pushed at Sissena's shoulders ever so slightly, trying to move her aside to make her own purchases. The half-Symenestra did not shift, but the closeness of the stranger unnerved her. Her patience began to wane. "Four."
The merchant smirked. Sissena's desperation to leave the crowded stall had seeped through into her last offer, and it was clear that she would eventually pay all the coins in her pocket just to simply leave. "Four's a deal." He said eventually, offering his hand as a sign of peace and to collect his latest payment.
Coughing up the coins, Sissena turned and hurried away, surrendering her spot at his stall to the next pushy customer.
ooc-7GM for purchases
She was dressed in the same outfit she donned almost every day: a plain white shirt, dark britches and dark boots. She looked official, even if technically today she would not be working. But that was Sissena's way: efficient, brisk. Some would call her curt manner rude, but others - those who employed her, anyway - appreciated her conscientiousness.
Of course, today she was not at work. She was shopping: a far more unpleasant and tedious task. Winter was turning cold and frosty already, and Sissy daren't wait any longer before she got properly prepared. Her intolerance of the cold came from her mother, she knew. She remembered how her mother had always shivered at night, regardless of how many blankets she threw over her bed.
Unconsciously, Sissena's left hand moved to her chest, fingering the small lump under her coat that was her precious necklace. It had been her mother's, and perhaps even her grandmother's before that -- Sissena could not remember the finer details of the necklace's history. She loved it nevertheless.
Her first purchase was a pair of woollen gloves. The merchant, a greedy pot-bellied man if Sissy had ever seen one, grossly overcharged her. She had been so shocked at his brazen overpricing that she had been flummoxed out of negotiating. Fortunately, she managed to find her tongue for her next target.
"I will pay no more than three gold mizas for this scarf." She said stubbornly, holding the swathe of material in her hand and waving it In his face.
The merchant barked out a horrid laugh, showering Sissy and his mother wares in spittle. "Five. Now pay or get out of my sight."
She fixed her jaw, knotted her brows together. Sissena was not a broad woman, or that tall, so she tried her hardest to fill as much space as she could. Trying again: "Three." The woman behind her pushed at Sissena's shoulders ever so slightly, trying to move her aside to make her own purchases. The half-Symenestra did not shift, but the closeness of the stranger unnerved her. Her patience began to wane. "Four."
The merchant smirked. Sissena's desperation to leave the crowded stall had seeped through into her last offer, and it was clear that she would eventually pay all the coins in her pocket just to simply leave. "Four's a deal." He said eventually, offering his hand as a sign of peace and to collect his latest payment.
Coughing up the coins, Sissena turned and hurried away, surrendering her spot at his stall to the next pushy customer.
ooc-7GM for purchases