The Village Market

Soleia sat in the parlor, her fingers intertwined together as she stared at the coffee table in front of her. The fireplace crackled, its heat gentle, blowing away the last wisps of cold left over. She waited alone for Ralph to show up.

His second bath — for whatever reason he needed it — took way longer than Soleia had expected. She had long changed into the fresh set of clothing he had brought her. It was a simple cotton dress, warm enough for the colder winds once evening arrived, but cool and breezy enough to battle the sunlight during the afternoon. More than that, it was a perfect outfit for her to blend in with the crowd.

During the time he was gone, she had found herself some parchment, a quill, and a pot of ink, and had begun to pen down her letter to Princess Nessa. Now, she just needed to wait for Ralph to return before she could ask him where she might be able to send out her mail.