<div class="floatright">(https://i-h1.pinimg.com/564x/61/6b/cc/616bcc73b828885e4c11a2547b956db1.jpg)</div>Market day! It was one of Onette's favorite days, where she was freed from most inn chores during the light hours. She bore a wicker basket in one hand, and a sheet of paper in the other, covered in her mother's chickenscratch handwriting.<strong> "Pears, cherries if they have them... A bag of nails... Oh! Hellethy went to the mill so don't need to worry about the flour... Uhm..."</strong>Onette raised up on her toes, trying to scan over heads and shoulders for some other items on her mother's list.<em><strong>"Aha!"</strong></em><br/><br/>Onette was haggling with one of the merchants for a few nutmeg kernels when Allia caught up to her. Onette was so busy trying to distract the merchant with "subtle" alluring postures (which he seemed immune to, being a married man with more interest in silver...) that at first she didn't notice the halfling, until she tugged Onette's skirts (or something.)<strong>"Hey! Watch your...!"</strong>she whirled, ready to slap someone who woudl be well above the halfling's height.<strong> "Oh! Oh, sorry, Allia! You alright, you look flushed? Huh?"</strong>She turned back to the merchant and sighed,<strong>"One minute, Pie,"</strong>she used the nickname she had given Allia for some reason, and coins and nutmeg kernels changed hands, then she looked back, and slightly down.<strong>"What's got you riled up?"</strong>