OLIVER
Seeing the hussle and bussle of the market brought a sense of joy back to Oliver. Maybe it was a combination of all his past memories here, but he could help but feel a small bit of happiness as he wandered through the stalls.
Occasionally he’d stop by and take a quick glance at what each person had to offer, sometimes trying to see if he could barter into doing some work in exchange for different supplies. Twice he did manage to snag a couple of things, once from helping to organize a box and second from carrying a couple of boxes to a different stall. The other times he was turned down, either due to there not being any work to be done or the person not wanting to do such a trade. He wasn’t going to complain, though, he managed to succeed twice and he was happy with what he got. One was a lovely little bracelet. There were a couple of things wrong with it, of course, leading to the person being happy to part with it. Second was a pair of boots. Due to the fact that Deepfrost had ended, the seller was more than happy to get rid of anything that wouldn’t be used in the following months. Oliver was happy because boy did he need a new pair of boots.
So, with the boots in the bag slung over his shoulder and bracelet on his wrist, he continued his journey through the market, searching for something, or someone, exciting.
Occasionally he’d stop by and take a quick glance at what each person had to offer, sometimes trying to see if he could barter into doing some work in exchange for different supplies. Twice he did manage to snag a couple of things, once from helping to organize a box and second from carrying a couple of boxes to a different stall. The other times he was turned down, either due to there not being any work to be done or the person not wanting to do such a trade. He wasn’t going to complain, though, he managed to succeed twice and he was happy with what he got. One was a lovely little bracelet. There were a couple of things wrong with it, of course, leading to the person being happy to part with it. Second was a pair of boots. Due to the fact that Deepfrost had ended, the seller was more than happy to get rid of anything that wouldn’t be used in the following months. Oliver was happy because boy did he need a new pair of boots.
So, with the boots in the bag slung over his shoulder and bracelet on his wrist, he continued his journey through the market, searching for something, or someone, exciting.
i just want my existance to be
more than trembling
more than trembling
