Princess Winnifred (whinny_fred) wrote in into_the_woods, @ 2008-10-23 00:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | xlittle red riding hood, xprincess and the pea - princess |
Wrong Turn (Open)
This was not the market that she had wanted. There was no vendor with little metallic bits and bobs, no odd little sprockets or strangely oblong gears. She’d had ideas for those gears. This was not even the right village. All of the buildings here had grey slate roofs, and the village she had actually wanted, she recalled, had red tile roofs. This was the wrong place altogether.
It would be very tempting to blame the cookie-hoarder, to think that he had given her false directions. But after replaying the conversation in her head, Fred was forced to admit that she might have made a mistake in her calculations over which village contained the market she had an interest in. She had asked for help in finding a village, and the twitchy man had provided it. It just happened that it was not the village she was hoping for.
Oh well. She was here, she might as well make the best of it. It did no good to sulk, and pouting would only waste the trip that she had made. It was too rare that she could get this much time to herself. Most of her sneakings were of a short duration, just down to her shack and back. This was an adventure, and even if it was not the one she had hoped for, it was the one she was taking.
Slowly, she made her way through the market place, stopping at a vendor here and there as something caught her eye. But nothing held her attention until she found a stall full of baked goods. All sorts of rolls, breads, muffins, cookies and pastries were set out like sparkling jewels, and to Fred, they were more appealing than the cold stones could ever be. But the topper was the corner that was devoted solely to pies.
Pies.
There was nothing better in the world than a good pie. It could make a day better just by smelling the buttery goodness of the crust, the crisp or sweet flavor of the filling. And to taste was heaven. The princess ate for a number of reasons. Mostly for sustenance, sometimes for comfort, occasionally out of boredom. But a pie… a pie was eaten for nothing but joy.
As though her feet had a mind of their own, Fred slowly drifted closer, not even really aware that she was moving at all. Her eyes were fixated on one thing only. Pies.