Frozen cream is a remedy for all sorts of ills. When I was young—
[Fayura catches herself short. She's always been very careful when talking about herself. Has always held secrets back. But perhaps... Piper has shared something precious with her. She should share a bit of herself in return. She exhales and continues speaking as she leads the way down the street.]
When I was young, [she says with conviction, with force, to remind herself that sharing parts of herself is no longer a dangerous thing,] whenever we went to a village, my mother would find a sweets shop. We never had very much money, and mama... [Sorrow fills Fayura's eyes.] Well, we made what we had last so mama didn't have to do the kind of work she hated. But she would always buy frozen cream for me at a new village. [Because they only went to new villages when the old one became unsafe, either because of the mercenaries and wild men or because someone learned something of Fayura they should not.]
Here.
[Fayura opens the door to a small shop, warm and lit by witchlight. There are a few awkward tables and chairs pressed against the front window and precious little space between the seating and the display case. The cakes and muffins and cookies on display aren't pretty. They'd win no prizes in Piper's world for plating or attention to detail. They're rough and a bit ugly, and the price tags attached to them are high.
But the witch who emerges from the back of the shop breaks into a huge smile when she sees Fayura.]
Two cookies with frozen sweet cream, [Fayura says. She turns to Piper and adds,] It's my treat. Don't worry about the prices. I barter my services for a lower price.
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[Fayura catches herself short. She's always been very careful when talking about herself. Has always held secrets back. But perhaps... Piper has shared something precious with her. She should share a bit of herself in return. She exhales and continues speaking as she leads the way down the street.]
When I was young, [she says with conviction, with force, to remind herself that sharing parts of herself is no longer a dangerous thing,] whenever we went to a village, my mother would find a sweets shop. We never had very much money, and mama... [Sorrow fills Fayura's eyes.] Well, we made what we had last so mama didn't have to do the kind of work she hated. But she would always buy frozen cream for me at a new village. [Because they only went to new villages when the old one became unsafe, either because of the mercenaries and wild men or because someone learned something of Fayura they should not.]
Here.
[Fayura opens the door to a small shop, warm and lit by witchlight. There are a few awkward tables and chairs pressed against the front window and precious little space between the seating and the display case. The cakes and muffins and cookies on display aren't pretty. They'd win no prizes in Piper's world for plating or attention to detail. They're rough and a bit ugly, and the price tags attached to them are high.
But the witch who emerges from the back of the shop breaks into a huge smile when she sees Fayura.]
Two cookies with frozen sweet cream, [Fayura says. She turns to Piper and adds,] It's my treat. Don't worry about the prices. I barter my services for a lower price.