Serenity had been admiring a pair of lovely-looking daggers when a noise from behind startled her. Turning around slowly, she soon realized where the sound was coming from; a crowd of panicked villagers was headed in her direction, threatening to squash her.
Forced into reacting quickly, Serenity tried to flatten herself against a nearby hedge. This, however, only resulted in a backwards tumble into the spiky branches of the well-trimmed plant. She swore loudly, scrambling to get to her feet as the river of people gushed past her body, anchored in place by the shrub. After a good ten minutes of getting pushed, stepped on, elbowed, and squished, she was finally able to pull herself from the brambles.
Now that the crowd had passed, she looked around sullenly for the culprits who had started the fiasco. Her eyes settled upon a black-clad man and a pile of stuffed children’s toys. A familiar face peaked out from the snarling pile of enchanted stuffed dragons. It seems they had been spelled to move about when jostled, which now proved for a funny sight, as Medea had upset the whole rack. Tiny reptilian replicas now danced on top of her as she scowled.
Serenity pulled a leaf from her hair and smiled in spite of herself. Looking around for stray carts, she crossed the market-street to meet with them. She winked at Medea, who was pulling an angry doll from her hair. The little dragon’s claws had tangled itself dreadfully in her red tresses.
<font color=purple>You know, Medea, if you wanted one of these toys and weren’t tall enough to reach, you could have just asked for help...</font>
She picked up the only doll that had not fallen off the cart and sat it on Medea’s lap, grinning.
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