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[[16th Haring, 9:35; morning]] Cauthrien
The audience with the king hadn’t gone horribly wrong, and Sophia had quite enjoyed all the diplomatic pleasantries. It brought back memories of the etiquette lessons of her childhood – although her enthusiasm for official events had largely lain with how much she could get away with eating before anybody noticed. Dwarven ale might be a sin against the name of alcohol, but they knew how to cook meat until it was so tender it almost fell off her knife, and she had enjoyed discovering that yesterday.
Frankly she had indulged so much that even her Warden appetite had struggled to keep up. It had made a nice change from the roasts made over campfires in the days preceding, and Sofia wasn’t the sort of person to say no to a pleasure once it was offered. She had gone to bed with a full stomach and happy heart, although something (likely the proximity of the darkspawn in the Deep Roads below) prevented her from a proper rest.
Consequently she had woken early, and decided to wake herself up properly by going for a wander. She and Mysaria had visited the Shaperate the day before, but one afternoon had not been enough to have a decent look around, and she wanted to go a little more slowly through the Diamond Market this time. Yesterday they had gone through in a formal procession that hadn’t left much time for having a proper stare.
Most markets on the surface were roughly the same in what they offered, although the quality varied drastically. Sofia would always favour the markets of home the most, with the bright silks and the sweet, soft fruits that gleamed gold-pink in the sun and made a mess of whoever ate them. But she had enjoyed the tumult of the Denerim markets too. The Diamond market had something of both; the stallowners were more boisterous in vying for her attention than she was used to, but she allowed herself to be drawn into the clamour for a while, eventually emerging with a few examples of dwarven cloth draped over one shoulder and a pauldron that was assuredly more about style than practicality. At least it might be useful if somebody tried to shoot her specifically in the upper arm.
Smiling a little ruefully over her impulsive spending, she turned her steps towards the Shaperate, and noticed that she wasn’t the only Warden out and about yet. Cauthrien was making her way through the throng, upright and dignified, and apparently on the same heading as Sofia. Sofia wriggled her way through the crowd and caught to her. “Good morning, Cauthrien! Are you going to the Shaperate? I’m just heading there myself.”
The audience with the king hadn’t gone horribly wrong, and Sophia had quite enjoyed all the diplomatic pleasantries. It brought back memories of the etiquette lessons of her childhood – although her enthusiasm for official events had largely lain with how much she could get away with eating before anybody noticed. Dwarven ale might be a sin against the name of alcohol, but they knew how to cook meat until it was so tender it almost fell off her knife, and she had enjoyed discovering that yesterday.
Frankly she had indulged so much that even her Warden appetite had struggled to keep up. It had made a nice change from the roasts made over campfires in the days preceding, and Sofia wasn’t the sort of person to say no to a pleasure once it was offered. She had gone to bed with a full stomach and happy heart, although something (likely the proximity of the darkspawn in the Deep Roads below) prevented her from a proper rest.
Consequently she had woken early, and decided to wake herself up properly by going for a wander. She and Mysaria had visited the Shaperate the day before, but one afternoon had not been enough to have a decent look around, and she wanted to go a little more slowly through the Diamond Market this time. Yesterday they had gone through in a formal procession that hadn’t left much time for having a proper stare.
Most markets on the surface were roughly the same in what they offered, although the quality varied drastically. Sofia would always favour the markets of home the most, with the bright silks and the sweet, soft fruits that gleamed gold-pink in the sun and made a mess of whoever ate them. But she had enjoyed the tumult of the Denerim markets too. The Diamond market had something of both; the stallowners were more boisterous in vying for her attention than she was used to, but she allowed herself to be drawn into the clamour for a while, eventually emerging with a few examples of dwarven cloth draped over one shoulder and a pauldron that was assuredly more about style than practicality. At least it might be useful if somebody tried to shoot her specifically in the upper arm.
Smiling a little ruefully over her impulsive spending, she turned her steps towards the Shaperate, and noticed that she wasn’t the only Warden out and about yet. Cauthrien was making her way through the throng, upright and dignified, and apparently on the same heading as Sofia. Sofia wriggled her way through the crowd and caught to her. “Good morning, Cauthrien! Are you going to the Shaperate? I’m just heading there myself.”