Erybelle: "Alright, I'll watch the booth while you're gone!"
From Create Your Own Story
Maple nods quickly and gives you a grin as she picks up the wicker basket in her hands and pauses for a moment. "Well, then I guess I'll just be..." she trails off as if she has something more to say but then she shakes her head and chuckles. "I'll hurry back, alright? I don't want to leave you alone for too long in case another customer, you know..." You giggle and remember the last time you were left alone all day when Maple was sick. You're just a whole lot of forgetful and a little too clumsy to be any good as a saleswoman. Maple is the one that's good with words and can work magic with her hands, and you admire her a lot for that. She's everything you wish you were and you've known that ever since you two first met when you were transferred to Lady Lavendale's Home for Girls.
With a swish of her white skirt Maple begins off. She looks back once, just before she disappears from your line of vision, giving you a small wave. You know she'll be okay, she has to be, you can't imagine what it'd be like if something happened to her.
You spend a few minutes writing the date on a new parchment, organizing where you'll jot down today's customers, if there are any that is... Today feels so dead. The air of full of fog and mystery that leaves a queasiness in your stomach that you just can't stand. There aren't even any of the usual curious travellers wandering about.
Just in the distance you see a figure and at once your heart leaps at the thought that it might be Maple. But then you realize it's too tall, it's posture too straight and proud, it's walk too authoritative. It reveals itself to be a man wearing inky black robes and gripping a bible tightly. You gulp and ready your books. A churchman coming for match making? No, you can tell he hasn't come for that. His eyes burn holes into you, invoking a startling uneasiness that makes you want to curl up somewhere and cry.
What should you do?
