backscene: we were born for this WHO: Æolyn M'Haaren and Arya Oros WHEN: 9:45, 12 Nubulis WHERE: Denerim SUMMARY: Arya comes to Æolyn for supplies before she heads out to find the Dalish and Lyn offers some words of advice. RATING: M for motherly
The day was a fairly normal one in the market. Æolyn had done a decent bit of business as well as some defending from the local teens who felt oh so rough and tough for picking on someone smaller than them. That was a fact Lyn always hated. She was a good ten years older than those boys, but genetically she looked six years younger. Or at least her height made her look six years younger. What irritated her even more was that, while she'd have easily been able to defend herself against her tormentors, she wasn't allowed to. She'd lived in Denerim for five years and had exercised extreme caution in using her magic. She'd restricted herself down to never using after that first time saving her best friend, Caia Elerron. But, boy, was it a difficult task. It took extreme patience on her part and earlier today had been no different.
Lyn had just come back to restock her stand, putting apples into wicker baskets and moving the fresher fruits to the surface. It was a task she'd become very familiar with over the years and now felt like second nature. She'd learned from her father how to best present her business and, despite the fact that nearly every other merchant in the square hated her, she was overly nice to everyone. She took all the mean words and evil glares with a warm smile and didn't let it show that it affected her. When she got home, however, she could let it all out. The only thing that really kept her going through it all was the letters from her parents and the journal she'd received on her 14th birthday. The one she'd written in everyday up until she left the Dalish. The one she wasn't ever going to write in until she got to finish that chapter.
She was so lost in her reverie that she wasn't aware of a shadow looming over her as she knelt on the ground in front of her stand, rearranging the baskets on the ground. The figure behind her cleared its throat lightly, trying to make its presence known without startling her. Lyn was brought back to the present suddenly and jerked slightly, silently scolding herself for letting her mind wander like that. If she'd been in the Forest and let that happen she could have easily been bear food. Brushing a hand over her hair to tame any strays, she stood back up, quickly composing her face into a bright smile as she turned to the person, silently praying it wasn't her tormentor's come back for a second round. "Hullo, how may I be of service today?" she asked automatically before realizing who was standing behind her.