Eleanore had come to love market days. Admittedly, spending most of her childhood in a castle hadn't lent itself to this sort of bustling shopping experience, but after a few trips into town with Abigail or Bridget, she'd gotten the hang of it rather nicely. At least, she thought she had. Sometimes she still felt like she stuck out like a sore thumb, and wondered if people thought she was a mark or an easy sell, just because of that.
Still, she tried not to let these thoughts bog her down, and she was happy even when she had no set shopping list. For as much as she complained (privately) about the Kyrrian court being disorganized and dysfunctional, the marketplace, somewhat similar in both respects, energized her.
She had just turned from a booth when someone knocked into her, and Eleanore- surprised- gasped, her arms moving out to her sides as if to catch herself. She was doubly surprised when the person in question reached for her and steadied her- Eleanore blinked up at him when he apologized, feeling rather unfortunately like a damsel in distress. That was hardly the first impression she favored! "Oh, it is quite alright," she replied, quickly. "I didn't see you there, either!"