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Clad in his habitual dark green cloak, Torden strides in to the Oval with a touch of swaggering in his step. Moving towards the fountain, he perches on its edge and pulls back his hood to reveal his features to the midday sun.
Sereina walks through the oval slowly, supporting a small basket on her left arm, right hand holding her skirt up a tad akwardly. She looks over at the fountain and purses her lips momentarily before walking to the southern end of the fountain. She dips her hand into the water and takes a drink, splashing her hair with her hand.
Torden watches the woman approach with half an interest, he eyes continually scanning the milling masses around him. He blinks and turns towards her as she splashes and mutters quietly, 'No need to give us all a bath.'
Sereina looks over at the man and raises an eyebrow questioningly, but stops wetting her hair. 'Sorry, sir,' she murmurs before sitting at the base of the fountain and pulling out her knitting.
Torden hrmphs quietly and turns away, going back to his idle study of the people going about their business. After a time, he brings up a hand to his face to cover a broad yawn, showing just how much he is enjoying himself.
Sereina hums softly to herself as she knits rather slowly, the movements of her hand far from practiced. With a frustrated sigh she puts it back in her basket and sits on the edge of the fountain to dip her fingers into the water and look at the passersby, eyes settling on a few booths to the side.
Torden turns back to the woman with her knitting and says quietly, 'I do not believe I've seen you here before. New to the City, perhaps ?' Edging closer to her, he puts on one of his best winning smiles. His eyes briefly go to the yarn, studying it briefly before going back to your face, his smile still in place.
Sereina looks up a bit warily at the stranger and shrugs. 'Somewhat new...I only come here if I need to shop.' she shrugs and blushes a little from the smile, eyes lowering back to her basket.
Torden nods quietly, his own eyes moving briefly to the basket, then back to her face once again. He raises an eyebrow and asks, 'Oh ? You live outside of the city, then ?'
Sereina nods. 'Yeah....just a ways...' she says vaguely, waving her hand a bit to the north. Her left hand goes to the basket and turns the knitting over, hiding the poor stitchery.
Torden eyes the material once again and asks carefully, 'If I might inquire, what is it you are knitting ? It certainly has the potential of being something Masterful.'
Sereina blushes furiously and shoves the knitting further into the basket. 'Well, uh...it's supposed to be the beginning of a quilt, but it's not going as planned..' she stammers. She mutters a curse beneath her breath and nearly tosses the basket to her feet. 'Samuel and his bright ideas..' she says to herself, glaring off towards the distance.
Torden tilts his head to the side and asks quietly, 'Samuel ?' Grinning, he continues, 'It looks good to me, so far.'
Sereina shakes her head. 'It looks nothing like what my friend was making, and I'm trying to make them nearly the same.' she shrugs and sighs. 'Oh....Samuel.....my husband.'
Torden nods and grins at you warmly, murmuring quietly, 'A fortunate man.' Still grinning, he turns his eyes back to the work in progress, studying it carefully once again.
Sereina kicks the basket beneath her skirts. 'Sto....Stop looking at that, it's hideous...' she murmurs...cheeks still more than a little flushed. 'Um...do you happen to know where the nearest fruit stand is, by any chance? I..I'm supposed to get some Ma-I mean, the head of the farm had asked for some.'
Torden's eyebrow quirks further up his forehead at the mention of the head of the farm, but he doesn't say anything. Turning back towards the crowds, his face takes on a pensive manner before he replies quietly, 'There's a half decent one just down the street, to the right there.' Lifting his arm, he points the way and then looks towards you to see if you're paying attention.
Sereina looks off in the direction of your hand, shielding her eyes from the light. 'How far down?' she asks, squinting a little.
Torden looks back the way he is pointing and replies quietly, 'Oh...a block or two. I can't see from here, to be certain though.' Lowering his finger, he shrugs and asks, 'Anything you're looking for ?'
Sereina shakes her head. 'Not really, just some apples and perhaps a few pears. Enough to feed the section I was asked to take care of.' she stands up and leans over to take her basket into her arms, hiding the contents with her hand.
Torden's gaze travels over the basket briefly, but his eyes move back to your face as he offers you a slight seated bow and murmurs quietly, 'The Light Illumine you then, and may the Creator shelter you in the palm of his hand.'
Sereina curtseys to you and smiles faintly. 'The Light illumine you as well. Thank you so very much for your help, good sir.' She begins to walk in the direction that you had shown, looking back and forth from the other booths offered along the side streets.
Torden nods at the woman as she leave and resettles himself on the fountain's edge, silently watching the people milling about him do their thing.
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