[ P ] never give up

ROISIN SAMAIRE

With her pail in tow the young highlander maid scurried through the market. The items on her list slowly crossed off and added to her collection. One down, one more to go. Roisin didn’t mind running errands. They broke up the monotony of her day and gave her some time to herself. She wouldn’t dare call it anything close to freedom, but being outside was liberating. The maid could almost pretend she was shopping for herself and not her lord and lady. Her gaze roamed over all the various cuts of meat, pelts and fish that were on offer. So much of the world was at her toe tips, but she had yet to experience it and likely never would.

A disturbance in the crowd brought the flow to a stop and a panicked voice rang out announcing a thief was on the loose. A larger body crashed into hers, sending her sprawling into the dirt. The carefully collected contents of her pail were tossed into the air and she watched as the herbs and meat were crushed beneath stomping paws. What survived the chaos was quickly snatched up by hungry pigeons. The crowd continued, stepping around her as if she was invisible.

Without a word she climbed to her paws, shook the dirt out her fur and began to look for her pail.
“i talk”

art by curiotea & table by soar