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Visiting Friends



Owena’s sweet shop was small, homey, charming, and very, very crowded. She hadn’t expected such a group, but as she stayed around, it didn’t sound like it was an uncommon occurrence. However, the baker handled it well. At least, she dealt with the volume of customers well; she was, however, a tad naïve about some of the types in her shop. One, a drunkard, wandered into the back room and might have gotten into all sorts of mischief if he had not been so docile. Sareva kept a watch on him out of the corned of her eye when he did.

Taala and Eroforth also were there, at one time keeping him handled until another friend of theirs, Silver they called her, joined them. Times with them were never dull, but this one provided her with a business opportunity as well, as Taala was in need of some maternity clothes. Not just any, but some that would fit her unique lifestyle needs. This would mean a trip to Trestlebridge, and not an unwelcome one. It had been nigh a year since she left the town in which she learned and nurtured her craft, and she already intended to visit a friend there. All in all, it was shaping up to be an excellent trip.

It seemed she would at last get a chance to order something other than the tea Owena offered her when she arrived as the crowd began to disperse when Aeglorond arrived as well, and in the midst of things, Owena had to step away. They’d decided to take the conversation to her house to allow Owena to clean up her shop and to fulfill Aeglorond’s intention to visit her at some point. They talked, just resting and enjoying the company. Some topics were significant, other mundane, but nothing would be meaningless. They were things that ended up eliciting a genuine smile from him. She could tell the difference; it was different from when he did when she first met him, that placating smile, one briefly assumed so others would stop pestering him.

In time, the wanderer had to be on his way. He had whatever land or trouble he sought after, and Sareva had some preparations to make. She wouldn’t leave town with business unfinished, and she had a couple orders in progress.