i'm asking nicely, give me what i want
There wasn't too much to do today, no hunting party she planned to join, or training to be done at the grounds. Aisha had spent the former hours of the day with Oliver at the Blacksmith shop, seeing if there was anything to help him with, and aiding when she could. He'd said a bit ago that the nail bucket needed a little work, he wanted it to look 'nice'. So while she was there, she'd snatched the thing and taken it with her, meaning to do a little something for him just for fun.
She was no artist, but she had some kind of idea, all she needed was supplies. Thus the blonde woman found herself traversing the bazaar, surveying the more colorful aspect of the grounds in search of some paint. Surely somebody here was offering some, if not she'd risk bumping into Oliver at the Artist's sanctuary or back home, where there was certainly some available. Rows upon rows, a bit sparser now that the cold season had thinned out the crowds, Aisha didn't find her paint, but her hazel eyes did find purchase on something else interesting.
The general, making baby blankets? A small smirk pulled at her lips as she walked to him, lugging her empty wooden bucket at her side. "Who's baby?" she asked with a light humor to her voice, stopping at his kiosk and looking over the carefully designed fabrics.
She was no artist, but she had some kind of idea, all she needed was supplies. Thus the blonde woman found herself traversing the bazaar, surveying the more colorful aspect of the grounds in search of some paint. Surely somebody here was offering some, if not she'd risk bumping into Oliver at the Artist's sanctuary or back home, where there was certainly some available. Rows upon rows, a bit sparser now that the cold season had thinned out the crowds, Aisha didn't find her paint, but her hazel eyes did find purchase on something else interesting.
The general, making baby blankets? A small smirk pulled at her lips as she walked to him, lugging her empty wooden bucket at her side. "Who's baby?" she asked with a light humor to her voice, stopping at his kiosk and looking over the carefully designed fabrics.
AISHA
