39th Fall, 518AV
Trynne had woken late, and now she sat on the floor with her blank book in front of her, her right hand holding her quill as she dipped it into the ink. She needed to take note of the things she wanted to get and the places she needed to be, and so she took a few moments to collect her thoughts before messily scrawling on the page in the book.
‘More cloff, buttons, thread, ink.’
She smirked as she wrote the last word, looking into her vial of ink to note that it was running fairly low and that she would definitely need more if she wanted to keep planning the clothes she would sew.
Shaking her head she returned to the writing.
‘Coat? Plants? Pots? Seeds? Toothpowder?’
Reading over all of the words she’d wrote, she was certain some were wrong, but she didn’t mind. Instead she carefully ripped the page from her book so that she could carry it with her without worrying about losing the whole book.
She’d made the choice to check a few of the areas of Sunberth that she rarely visited, just to see whether she could get a better deal there than she would get at the Seaside Market.
Sighing, she gathered her backpack and clutched the piece of paper that she’d made into a shopping list in her hand as she set off from her home into the city.
She’d been walking for who knows how many chimes before she found herself glancing around again. So far she hadn’t found any shops that looked like they sold what she wanted, and by now she had managed to make her way to the territory of the Sun's Birth.
Sighing Trynne was about to turn on her heels and head back to the coast and to the seaside market, knowing that she’d at least be able to find some of what she needed there, though in her distracted state she find herself being crashed into as someone hurriedly made their way past her.
As she steadied herself and regained her balance, her hand unclenched and the piece of paper scrawled with her notes on what to buy fell out of her hand and found itself caught by a breeze, whipping through the streets as Trynne started to chase it.
The paper blew into a structure that seemed to house some sort of outdoor facility, and without looking or paying much attention to it, Trynne chased the paper into it, preparing an apology in her mind for once she’d retrieved her note.
Word Count428
‘More cloff, buttons, thread, ink.’
She smirked as she wrote the last word, looking into her vial of ink to note that it was running fairly low and that she would definitely need more if she wanted to keep planning the clothes she would sew.
Shaking her head she returned to the writing.
‘Coat? Plants? Pots? Seeds? Toothpowder?’
Reading over all of the words she’d wrote, she was certain some were wrong, but she didn’t mind. Instead she carefully ripped the page from her book so that she could carry it with her without worrying about losing the whole book.
She’d made the choice to check a few of the areas of Sunberth that she rarely visited, just to see whether she could get a better deal there than she would get at the Seaside Market.
Sighing, she gathered her backpack and clutched the piece of paper that she’d made into a shopping list in her hand as she set off from her home into the city.
She’d been walking for who knows how many chimes before she found herself glancing around again. So far she hadn’t found any shops that looked like they sold what she wanted, and by now she had managed to make her way to the territory of the Sun's Birth.
Sighing Trynne was about to turn on her heels and head back to the coast and to the seaside market, knowing that she’d at least be able to find some of what she needed there, though in her distracted state she find herself being crashed into as someone hurriedly made their way past her.
As she steadied herself and regained her balance, her hand unclenched and the piece of paper scrawled with her notes on what to buy fell out of her hand and found itself caught by a breeze, whipping through the streets as Trynne started to chase it.
The paper blew into a structure that seemed to house some sort of outdoor facility, and without looking or paying much attention to it, Trynne chased the paper into it, preparing an apology in her mind for once she’d retrieved her note.
Word Count428