Arialla smiled at the cobbler -- and at Quanil. "Yes, I need to trade these away."
She stepped back to indicate the sandals on her feet, unsure if she should take them off. She didn't exactly want to be barefoot in the dusty marketplace. Not that the sandals were much better, honestly, as far as keeping her feet clean and safe went. But the gilding still sparkled, and if the elaborate laurel leaf patterns showed considerable craftsmanship. Arialla could only hope that the cobbler would be impressed, despite their impracticality. Perhaps someone would like them as party shoes.
"Thanks," she whispered back to Quanil. Though she didn't anticipate too much trouble haggling -- while recent events had tended to make her shy, her time as a priestess had taught her to assert herself when she had to. Her time as a priestess, and her life before Apollo had granted her greatest prayer, which had possessed its rockier moments.
She stepped back to indicate the sandals on her feet, unsure if she should take them off. She didn't exactly want to be barefoot in the dusty marketplace. Not that the sandals were much better, honestly, as far as keeping her feet clean and safe went. But the gilding still sparkled, and if the elaborate laurel leaf patterns showed considerable craftsmanship. Arialla could only hope that the cobbler would be impressed, despite their impracticality. Perhaps someone would like them as party shoes.
"Thanks," she whispered back to Quanil. Though she didn't anticipate too much trouble haggling -- while recent events had tended to make her shy, her time as a priestess had taught her to assert herself when she had to. Her time as a priestess, and her life before Apollo had granted her greatest prayer, which had possessed its rockier moments.
