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“Beautiful flower for a beautiful vixen?” the gypsy shopkeeper shouted across his caravan in the busy Provinsk marketplace. He kept his distance from the crowd, as he knew very well with such packed numbers he could easily be swept away by it, only to return to his stand by noontime ravaged by looters and various vagabonds.
The vixen in question made her way to his stand and carefully gripped the rose. It was obvious she was somehow connected to the lord of the city-state, as she wore a silken dress of red, white and black, probably from the north where silk was plentiful. Provinsk, as it was, was a melting pot of the continent, something which tenants played to weary travelers and pretty much anyone who would trade with them. The vixen knew this.
“Just one rose?” she said with a smile. More signs of royalty connections - long golden hoop earrings hanging from one ear, her right ear, the ear The Almighty supposedly whispered into. And if it was an ear the Almighty used, it was only natural to adorn it with fine jewelry, adorning his presence with just a little bit of gold, though not too much as to make her appear greedy. “Well, alright. How much for this particular rose in question?”
“Eh?” he asked.
She cleared her throat, avoiding the mass of species behind her. How much?"
“Two veskonos! I give a discount because the Almighty has blessed our family with a child! A boy!”
She made a half-smile. “I see, very well.” She carefully reached into her purse, a difficult task, as there were presumably thieves everywhere, even those who would take from nobility. Still, she found two coins and handed it to the man as the tenant next to him, watching the sale, shoved various crucifixes and rosaries in her face.
“…Made of the finest crystals from the mines of Skendia! The clearer they are, the more clearly your prayers will be heard, milady! Some of the funds I make go directly to the local church in this city!”
Another pushed his wares to her, seeing as she was an easy sale. “Finest china from the north! Beautiful pattern, eh? Surely it is exotic!” His dress indicated he was a gypsy from the eastern Vekaiyun lands, and his short fur, faded from the sun, only affirmed that.
She shook her head and backed up, only to be swept into the crowd again, pushed forward amongst the various noises and shouts across the morning sky. Her roses, what were left of them, were clutched in her wiry hands. Hopefully what was left of them would make it back to her manor, tucked in the less-busy eastern section of the large city surrounded in a sea of green.