Who: Elaine of Shalott, Phi/Nix
When: late Saturday morning
Where: Farmer's market possible high tea
Phi hummed and had a bounce in her step as she navigated the stalls of the first market of the season. Not a lot, mostly processed items like oils and toothsome pastries, but what was there tasted like the beginning of spring. In the next weeks the vegetable selection and fruits would overflow the tables. She had already snagged some local mushrooms and brussel sprouts, along with enough sunflowers for the house as she strolled down the aisles.
A vendor was hawking limeade down a few tables and she suddenly felt parched, well, as parched as she could, being herself. Anyway, limeade. Yes.