At the market (open)

[duilin]

The usual day for Duilin involved hard work. While her father and brother were busily earning money by hammering wildly onto metal pieces and selling those afterwards, it was Duilin’s task to keep the house liveable and acceptable, to keep the animals fed and healthy, to fetch water from the village’s well and to cook and, of course, it also involved her spending said money on the village’s market. And what a fine market that was. Everything simple one needed, like eggs, butter, milk, bread, nails, ropes, and even fish, was offered there by various other inhabitants of the village. It were these simple things that counted most in this village. No one was very rich here, and all had to pull together to lead a rather acceptable life there in the vastness of Rohan.

So, Duilin took the short quarter of an hour walk from the smithy to the village’s center almost each day. Eggs she never needed to buy, for her family held their own chickens. But everything else they lacked of. And so, Duilin came to the market with a little leather pocket filled with coins, and with a perfect list in mind what her, her father and brother would need to eat and drink for the next few days. Sometimes, if she also needed to bring water back home, she would take one of the family’s horses with her to help her carry all these things.

And so it was today. Duilin arrived in the village, wearing a warm leather cloak to shield her from the frosty wind and beneath her simple beige dress. She had her hair pushed back from her face with a brown ribbon, so that they would not be blown into her eyes and mouth all the while. She held the reins to the steed, Sage, in her right hand. Beneath the cloak she had safely tucked the bag of money she received from her father. And the list with all what she needed was in her mind. Flour to bake bread, cheese, meat, best from a cow, some potatoes and tomatoes, and apples. And onions, too. Herbs and salt she had at home. Salad, too.

She bound Sage’s reins to a wooden fence not far from the market, and then joined in the crowd.

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She Says She's No Good With Words
But I'm Worse

Lachlan sighed heavily as he sat up from his bed. Running a hand through his shaggy blonde hair, the lad soon got up and began to get dressed. His attire was that of a red tunic and a brown suede over-shirt with a high collar, brown trousers and dark brown boots. Running a quick comb through his hair, the young man soon left his sleeping chambers, seeing fruit and some bread on his table. Lachlan ate slowly, unsure of what his duties were for him today, but he knew he probably wouldn't like them. Hopefully he could get them done quickly so he could go hunting or practice his swordsmanship.

After his breakfast, Lachlan left his room and went to look for his father. His eyebrows scrunched together as he looked in a majority of the rooms, unable to find him, he soon found himself at his father's door. A soft knocking was heard as Lachlan's fist hit the wood, and a raspy voice ordered him to come in."Father are you alright?" he quickly asked as he walked into the chambers. His father nodded and only had one thing to ask of him today "Get me some herbal tea leaves,lemon and perhaps peppermint leaves at the market today, Son". Actually it wasn't a question, more of a statement. To Lachlan that all mixed together sounded revolting but he wasn't one to argue with his father about the mixture, more about the request."Father couldn't a servant, I was hoping you'd h-" his words were cut short as the man sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the room grew frustrated."Just do as I ask !"the man roared.

Lachlan bowed his head to his father, slightly, and left the rook closing the door behind him, "have something better for me to do today" he spoke softly as he finished his sentence. Walking outside the young man went to the stable and took his noble steed out of the stable. Lachlan hoisted himself on top of him and road him towards the market. His hands gently tugged on the reins as he slowed the horse down, growing nearer to the market. Stopping in front of a post, the young man climbed down and tied his reins to it. "Be a good boy Rimrock" he spoke gently as he patted his cheek before stepping into the crowded market. Immediately upon entering his shoulder bumped into someone, a young girl to be exact, "Pardon me milady" he spoke gently as he made his way.

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[fengel]

The dark haired boy that walked around on the market with an empty basket did not arrive on any horse – heck his father was using their only horse for herding. His brother had taken their stallion with him to Edoras, so Fengel had walked all the way to the town from their small farm that was situated on a hill some miles away. His feet seemed a bit tired even though he was used to walk great distances when he was herding the sheep in the summer, however today had just started out bad. It was Sunday, and Sunday was the most boring day of the week. It was the day where they always ran out of some supplies and where he had to go to the town to buy new ones. Even though his family pretty much made everything themselves, there were a few things they still needed to buy. Some of these things were candles, pots and soap.

“But Fengel, it will be an interesting day for you today.” The young boy said in a shrieking voice, trying to imitate his mother. “Mum, it is SUNDAY! I will do what I always do on a Sunday. Go to the town and buy supplies.” He had complained back before putting on his small backpack and taking the basket. When the boy had reached the town it was around midday and it was floating with people. He had honestly no idea where they came from, because he was one hundred percent sure that there did not live so many folks in the small town. The tall dark haired boy pushed through the crowd and finally stopped at the stand that sold candles. He bought a dozen before walking over to the pot stand nearby to find a few small pots his mother had asked for.

When he was done, he started walking again towards the stands with herbs and soap. A few sellers called out for his attention, wanting to give him a good price on useless stuff, and even though he was used to that, the boy still had to turn his head because one of those sellers was a beautiful blond haired girl with very beautiful round forms. She seemed to attract quite a few customers to her stand with flowers and when she glanced up at Fengel (probably randomly), the boy blushed and had to turn his head even further to get a better look at her. What he did not notice, was the road ahead of him, and he was about to walk straight into a big fat man who seemed to have seen him and pushed the slender boy out of his way. Without realising what was happening, Fengel fell sideways and stumbled directly into a blond haired boy (Lachlan) that was standing and talking to a young girl (Duilin). The shepherd lost his balance and fell straight on his back. “Ouch!”

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[duilin]

Duilin was carefully balancing nine or ten potatoes on her hands and arms through the crowd of people. She had been at a vegetable stand and had bought them, and had wanted to buy some tomatoes too, when she realized that she forgot the most important thing, beside the money that is: the brown linen bag to put them into! She had left it tucked half beneath Sage’s saddle. So now, she was returning to her steed, all the way from the market. She was shaking her head a little at her own thoughtlessness, while at the same time she was biting her bottom lip to keep herself from laughing at her own stupidity, as she called it in her thoughts. Yes, it was so typical for her. Overenthusiastically she would barge into the work that needs to be done, instead of patiently and exhaustively preparing and thinking it through.

Why were there so many people at the market that day, she wondered, being a little annoyed. The potatoes were piled only clumsily and threatened to fall would she make any rash movement. And the many people around did not particularly take care, nor did they step to the sides to let her pass. She thought that they could be more careful. A few times she had to take a side step so not to collide with anyone. She considered herself lucky, almost having made her way through the mass of humans, when a shoulder hit her abruptly, and two or three potatoes cheerfully rolled and bounced off the pile to land ungracefully in the dirt with a thud. Ah, but Duilin did not yet look up at the person who had rammed her, not even when he apologized. Instead, she bent her knees and tried to pick up those run away potatoes while balancing the others still. That was not an easy task at all, and with her lips pressed together tightly in concentration, it took her some moments to stand up again.

Only then did she actually look at Lachlan. With big round eyes she stared at him for one eye blink, and then she spoke. “Oh, no, I’m sorry, sir. Me and my clumsiness… I was just trying for the beeline out of this crowd, you see, and…” Duilin did continue to speak. Her eyes fell on the young black haired shepherd that just practically fell into Lachlan and landed on the ground. In her mind, she asked herself again: What was it with all the people there today? Usually, the village was much calmer. ”Multiple collision!” She exclaimed out loud now, at the same time relieved that this time, her potatoes remained unharmed.

Not able to move much, she turned to look at Fengel, bending her head a little. ”Are you alright down there?” she asked.

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She Says She's No Good With Words
But I'm Worse

Lachlan's head moved as he nodded and listened to the woman's own apologies. If there was one thing that Lachlan did best it was being a gentleman and not letting a lady think she did something wrong, especially something so trivial as being pushed into."Oh no miss I assu-" he spoke gently before Fengel bumped into him, wobbling his body a little but catching himself before he were to land on Duilin."You blockhead !" Lachlan yelled at Fengel as he moved his head to where Fengel had fell.

At the moment Lachlan wasn't going to apologize or help Fengel, until Fengel apologized first. "Don't you look where you are going you git, apologize" he spoke rather harshly. Lachlan wasn't really like this most days, he was just not having the best of days, with his father ordering him to do something. Though he did have his temper, which already was going a little because of this. However there was Lachlan's pride, and right now Fengel was bruising it by not apologizing, especially in public.

His blue eyes moved over to Duilin to make sure she was alright. She had an abundance of potatoes in her arms and she seemed to be having a tough time with them. His head tilted a little as he reached out to grab some potatoes."Here let me help you with those, do you not have a bag or satchel?" he asked gently before looking back down at Fengel. "You, do you have an extra satchel or something?" he asked Fengel.

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