Anemone twirled through the markets. "Julianna your croissants are fluffy and beautiful as always." She smiles to her and skips and curtsies on bare feet across the splintered planks of so many ships, eyeing every sort of wonderous item the sea has brought to her flotilla home. "Mister Armando, your blades are lovely and so magically precise, the steel came from the last shipment from shore?" She thumbs a kitchen knife. "But ever so expensive," she notes the rippling in the steel.
"Not so much out of my means but, it is just one knife." She looks at him as if asking to negotiate a price.
She finds herself dejected, rejected, on the edge of a pier eating a tortilla filled with meat and spices, and sauces, that are dripping everywhere. "It's okay," she homfs another bite, "there will be other knives." She chomps. "Not like I have my own kitchen anyway..." Her toes dip in the water as she enjoys... everything the day brings, but most of all the roasted and marinated chicken she is biting down upon.
"Not so much out of my means but, it is just one knife." She looks at him as if asking to negotiate a price.
She finds herself dejected, rejected, on the edge of a pier eating a tortilla filled with meat and spices, and sauces, that are dripping everywhere. "It's okay," she homfs another bite, "there will be other knives." She chomps. "Not like I have my own kitchen anyway..." Her toes dip in the water as she enjoys... everything the day brings, but most of all the roasted and marinated chicken she is biting down upon.