[Open Post] @Sophie

thatsonlyprettygirls:

Sophie had found a few different things to fix for tonight’s supper. It was difficult sometimes, trying to make something to fit everyone’s tastes. If Howl actually ate it (which he actually did now since Calcifer had left), then usually the witch of the waste didn’t like it. If Markl and the witch liked it, then Howl usually didn’t like it. She sighed. Sometimes it felt like she was a mother. She was so deep in her thoughts that she bumped into someone. “Oh I’m sorry! Are you alright?” She asked. 

Megara had easily talked some good fruits from the man, all  she needed to do was play the poor lost and hungry card. She was walking away, eating an apple when Sophie walked into her. Megara looked at the girl, she didn’t seem to where the most flattering clothes, and her hair was grey, she could easily be mistaken for an old woman from a far, though the face and voice showed that she was probably just younger than herself.

“I’m fine.” Meg sighed, looking down at the floor, where most of the other fruit had been dropped. “Not that I’m having any food today.” Megara didn’t aim to sound rude or irritated, she was just hungry, and this place was really starting to bug her.

[Open Post] @Sophie

thatsonlyprettygirls:

Sophie always felt strange walking on solid ground after being up in the air for so long. She smiled as she steadied herself, and straightened her hat practically. Her soft silver hair was lighter and easier to manage under the hat, but still, she liked it to be neat. She tucked the basket under her arm, glad to get away for a moment to the marketplace.

Megara was a little lost, not that she was going to stop and ask for directions. She was OK though, she wanted a new scene, and now she’d got it. Not that she knew how she’d got there, but hey, you get what you wish for. She’d wandered into some market place, she’d smelt the food and she was pretty hungry, so ending up here made sense. This place wasn’t exactly like Greek markets, for one people seemed a little too friendly for her liking, and for another, it wasn’t so scorching hot that her sandles felt like they were molding onto her skin. The lack of heat meant that she also wore the least clothes out of all the women here. She mumbled to herself as she noticed the stares of the locals, especially the men, who looked at her as if she was selling their favorite wares. At least she wouldn’t have trouble finding something to eat from these easy pickings, she found herself walking to some fruit vendor, who looked as if he was ready to just throw his wares at her feet.