The Blue Pegasus mage frowned slightly and closed the novel shut, disappointed by the fact that the book had ended although she felt accomplished at the same. The girl figured she would return the book at the library on her way back home as she stared out of the window and watched the people passed by the café. Her elbow was propped up on the table where her cheek rested on her palm. Beside her was her companion, Vysella, who seemed to be pawing at the book Snow had just finished reading. While she was enjoying a cup of coffee and desserts inside the air-conditioned building, people were working under the blaring sun – some transporting heavy carriages from one town to another while shopkeepers yell from the top of their lungs to attract customers.
Snow had always been a watcher, curiously studying the movements of people from a distance for some reason. It has been a part of her hobby, other than reading books and travelling. She blew the smoke rising from the hot coffee before taking a final gulp of the liquid down her throat. The plate of matcha crepe cake was gobbled up by a dessert lover who was no other than Snowflake. As much as she loved the cake and wanted to order some more, it was time for her leave the store. Seeing how much she enjoyed the taste of the matcha cake, she was bound to visit the shop again. The girl approached the counter and reached into her dress to fetch some jewels that was stored in her bra before placing it in front of the lady. They bid farewell as she walked out of the store.
With Vysella trailing behind her, they wandered through swirls and eddies of people that crowded the streets of Hargeon. The clamour of market near the sea could be heard even from this distance. The girl ceased in her tracks for a brief moment and pondered with her arms crossed over her chest.
”Do you want fish?”
Her eyes glided down to her companion walking beside her and Vysella would nod in response. And thus, on their way to the market at the docks. The closer she approached the docks, the stronger the smell of fish and the fresh scent of sea was. The girl could be seen with an unpleasant look on her face due to the sour odour of the fishes although her companion seemed to be enjoying the sight of food in front of her. As she walked by, shopkeepers called out for her in an attempt to purchase their merchandise. The young lady would scan the products that were laid out open, searching for the perfect fish to purchase.
The sound of waves crashing could be heard throughout the entire dock and the waves would surge onto the edge of the docks overflowing it with water. People splashed past the puddles on the wooden bridge as men flocked at the harbour, some getting ready to get sail while others located the cargo and other goods on board to be transported.