Post by thepaisley on Jan 3, 2016 10:50:11 GMT -6
They had run out of tea late yesterday afternoon.
Tala knew of her mother's love for tea, and shared it (to a lesser extent) herself. They drank it twice a day, every day; once in the morning and once more in the afternoon. Sagara couldn't bear to mess up the schedule. Thus, when Tala had shuffled through the cabinets and found only a few scattered tea leaves left on the shelf, she had known at once that tomorrow would be a market day.
Today, Inaria was bustling with activity. Vendors were hawking their wares, carts were being wheeled everywhere, and foals and animals were running amok. The young filly found that she had to walk slowly and place her hooves carefully in order not to step on anything or anyone as she followed her mother. Market visits were not uncommon for her, but she never got tired of all the shops and excitement and life and chaos that was Inaria.
Brewers were everywhere, selling every different kind of potion Tala could imagine (and some she couldn't), but they tended to specialize in certain concoctions, and none of them were tea. There was a specific brewer that Sagara preferred to go to for business, and Tala recognized the awning over the shop and the horse in the shop. They made their way over, dodging a stray cat along the way, and her mother gave a smile to the brewer. "Hello, I'd like to buy some tea. What kinds do you have today?"
While her mother and the brewer conversed, Tala browsed. The potions were in all different kinds of containers, and came in many different colors. A lot were clear, but many were yellow or brown or blue or green and some even glowed! She could only imagine what all these things were for.
A rustle startled her, and the pearl filly glanced up. There was another filly! Younger than her, it seemed, as she still wore a bead around her neck. Did she work here?
Tala smiled a greeting. "Hello!" she called out, making her way over.
Tala knew of her mother's love for tea, and shared it (to a lesser extent) herself. They drank it twice a day, every day; once in the morning and once more in the afternoon. Sagara couldn't bear to mess up the schedule. Thus, when Tala had shuffled through the cabinets and found only a few scattered tea leaves left on the shelf, she had known at once that tomorrow would be a market day.
Today, Inaria was bustling with activity. Vendors were hawking their wares, carts were being wheeled everywhere, and foals and animals were running amok. The young filly found that she had to walk slowly and place her hooves carefully in order not to step on anything or anyone as she followed her mother. Market visits were not uncommon for her, but she never got tired of all the shops and excitement and life and chaos that was Inaria.
Brewers were everywhere, selling every different kind of potion Tala could imagine (and some she couldn't), but they tended to specialize in certain concoctions, and none of them were tea. There was a specific brewer that Sagara preferred to go to for business, and Tala recognized the awning over the shop and the horse in the shop. They made their way over, dodging a stray cat along the way, and her mother gave a smile to the brewer. "Hello, I'd like to buy some tea. What kinds do you have today?"
While her mother and the brewer conversed, Tala browsed. The potions were in all different kinds of containers, and came in many different colors. A lot were clear, but many were yellow or brown or blue or green and some even glowed! She could only imagine what all these things were for.
A rustle startled her, and the pearl filly glanced up. There was another filly! Younger than her, it seemed, as she still wore a bead around her neck. Did she work here?
Tala smiled a greeting. "Hello!" she called out, making her way over.