Week 18: Wednesday
Who: Sasha and Ita Where: In the marketplace What: Lammas celebration awesomeness When: Afternoon
Ita was feeling much better today. Catalina seemed like she really was going to make sure that asshole Caibre got what he deserved, which was a relief. She really didn't know how things would have turned out if she had tried to drown him. She was used to fighting with her fists, and even then, she hadn't done that since middle school when everyone started getting bigger than she was. And if Caibre ever got ahold of her, she was doomed. She definitely couldn't best him physically.
Aside from all of that, there was a festival for food! Ok, so harvest, but that was food. All the wonderful fresh produce, and herbs... And even some nifty cooking supplies. Ita had really gotten into it earlier and she already had several bags - one was filled with hand-dipped tapers and they smelled wonderful. It was a cute little stand, with big wax bins so she'd even tried her hand at it. Her attempt was not nearly as pretty, but it was still fun. Oh, and she'd gotten a pretty hand-carved mortar and pestel to grind her own herbs since she'd bought several bunches of fresh and dried herbs. Then there were the pretty crafts, including several jeweler's stands. She couldn't resist a pretty pair of drop earrings with freshwater pearls.
So, not even halfway through the festival, she really had quite a bit of shopping completed. And that wasn't even counting all the cool stands, just like at a carnival or a county fair. She had loved fair time in Maine - tractor pulls, petting zoos, all the crafts, and, of course, the food. This was very similar, but more... Well, just more. The fairs were more modernized, maybe. The crazy carnival rides and all. This seemed much less glitz, and so much more wholesome. She had to chuckle at that - more wholesome with demons, weres and other odd creatures running about. Apparently. Amused with her mental meanderings, she nearly missed spotting a familiar face. "Sasha!" she called out as she rushed over to her friend, bags bumping into passersby.