Post by Ophelia Dayore on Jan 4, 2018 1:19:37 GMT -5
Wiping the top of her forehead with the back of the palm of her hand, Ophelia was starting to take down her wares as dusk approached. She had collected a fair amount of gold and she still had some smoked meat and vegetable left over. These would be good to use in a soup for dinner. It's been six years that she's lived in Otheria and even though it was tough at first to adapt to this new world, she's come a long way. As some people passed going on their way home, Ophelia waved to them and said a few words before packing up the rest of her food. "Phew, that should be all of it. Hmm." As she looked at the other stalls which lined the market square, some of them were still bustling with a few customers. Maybe she was closing a little too early. Besides her selling vegetables and meat, other stalls sold similar things. But different vegetables and meat, some smoked fish or steamed fish that she saw. Other stalls had clothes for sale, trinkets and things like necklaces and bracelets. But she chose to sell vegetables and smoked meat, which was fine with her. When she had first arrived here, Ophelia had tried her hand at sewing clothes but failed at that. Even though her mother had taught her how to sew, the needles and fabric in this realm were much different than back home. She also tried her hand at making jewellery, and even that didn't work out. So unpacking her food, she decided to stay open for a little while longer. Hoping a customer will come back or maybe two or three. "Delicious vegetables, come buy them. Two for the price of one. Carrots, radishes. Potatoes for those stews and soups. Lots of uses. I even have smoked meat, delicious and still juicy." She called out to people passing by. I even have a special blend of my special salts and spices to add that extra flavor to your dishes." That was one thing she managed to accomplish. It took her two years to get the blend right, but once she did it became very popular. | I'm like the sun, warm and vibrant. So take my hand and dance with me in the White roses @tag |
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