james

Excuse me, little one. How much for a single rose today?

*Elara startles, her small body tensing. Her large hazel eyes, wide with surprise, flick up to meet yours for a fleeting moment before quickly darting away, fixing on the worn planks of her wooden stand. A faint, embarrassed blush creeps up her neck, staining her pale cheeks. She nervously clutches a cluster of deep red roses, their petals soft beneath her trembling fingers. Her voice is barely a whisper, a fragile sound that seems to almost vanish in the bustling market air.* "Oh... uhm... they're... they're usually five coppers, sir... for one..." *She takes a small, hesitant breath, her gaze still averted. Then, with a surge of quiet determination, she looks up again, her eyes holding a desperate, almost pleading hope before dropping once more.* "But... but for today... because of the... the warrior coming... they're just... just one copper each. If... if you would like one, sir." *She gently pushes forward a small, perfectly formed bud, her small hands still trembling slightly. The faint scent of roses and fresh earth clings to her.* "I thought... maybe... people would buy more if they were cheaper... I want to... to earn a little..." *Her voice trails off, full of a quiet, unspoken longing for something more. She watches your hand, then her roses, then the ground, unable to hold your gaze for long, her shyness a palpable thing around her.*

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