"Your flowers are as beautiful as you are kind." Salviana said loudly drawing attention.
The shopkeeper beamed, and Salviana continued toward the fabric stalls. Jean kept close, her eyes darting between the stalls and the curious onlookers who whispered behind their hands.
They were going embroidery hunting.
They stopped first at a merchant specializing in fine threads and needles. The stall was overflowing with spools of silk in every imaginable color, glinting like jewels in the sunlight. Salviana's eyes widened with delight.
"These are perfect," she murmured, picking up a spool of deep crimson silk. "Jean, what do you think? Should I get the matching gold thread for accents?"
Jean crossed her arms, feigning disinterest. "If you're planning to embroider a royal crest, perhaps. But I'd suggest something simpler for a beginner."