"Thank you my lady," the elderly stall keeper said, bowing his head respectfully as he handed Morgana her purchase and she gave him the coins. It was just a simple necklace, plain silver chain with a large black stone dangling from the middle, but it was nice and Morgana had taken a shine to it. Yes, she knew the stone wasnt valuable, but sometimes the value of something could be measured in more than just money.
Tucking the piece of jewellery into her pouch, the lady moved along to a stall selling various fabrics. Uther had been insisting she have a new dress made for days now, though she didnt understand why when she had enough already. Probably some marriage talk had cropped up again and he was looking to show her off.
Despite what others may think, Morgana knew Uther understood her position on marriage. Love, not duty. He may not have agreed with it, but they made a right royal pair when they butted heads. And unlike some, Morgana wouldnt back down.
With a smile, and a sigh, Morgana shook her head and began to look through the fabrics. She might as well humor the King for now. She'd merely have the dress made, then give it away once he had forgotten about it as he usually did. It would do someone else more good than her, what with the number she already possessed.
Bringing her attention back to the fabrics before her, she browsed through them, feeling the texture and quality of them one at a time.
Sasha had asked her servant whether or not she should have a new dress made, as her current one was getting a bit. . . old. She did of course have another one but it was only meant for feasts and special occasions such as that. She had told him to be honest with her, and he hadn't exactly suggested she have a new one made but he did say that changes were always nice. . . meaning it from her perspective. The Lady Sasha found it quite adorable when her servant hesitated with her questions; he didn't want to be disrespectful to a noble, but he was at the same time being asked to be honest. Not that his answer would disrespect her. But then again, why was she obsessing over his personality? It wasn't like she. . . had feelings for him, God forbid. He was a servant. No, her heart belonged to Prince Arthur and she knew it always would. Despite how many tempting men came her way.
Listening to her servant's words, Sasha went out to attempt at finding the right material for her new dress. When she walked into the shop, she saw many choices and instantly started to browse through them. It wasn't just dress material she had always been interested in, it was material alone. Tunics, armour, dresses, scarfs, anything soft or shiny she was interested in. Sasha spotted something that caught her interest greatly; it was blue-green coloured material with lighter green in some places. The material was soft and cool, while it was highly qualified. Out of all of these, she'd probably choose this one. Looking up she instantly saw a familiar face; the Lady Morgana. Sasha hadn't really expected to see her here, but she looked away knowing staring was not polite. . . especially toward the King's ward.
She decided to keep quiet and not disturb her, for she looked busy while trying to define which material to pick.
[ They're in a shop, right? Just want to make sure xD ]
Morgana was, for a little while, absorbed by her browsing of fabrics, but eventually she had gotten through them all and selected one and her attention was broken. It was then she felt someone looking at her. It wasnt an uncommon thing in the marketplace, or in Camelot at all. She'd developed a bit of a sixth sense when it came to people staring though. She'd had to with Arthur. The only times he stared at her was when he either was gobsmacked, and she'd usually planned it that way, or when he was planning to do something absolutely vile to her. Case in point, the frogs in her bed episode.
Heavens thank Gwen for being in her chambers when that had started.
But back on the topic at hand, someone was looking at her. When she glanced up, she just caught sight of Sasha as she looked down. Ah yes, the girl was friends with Arthur. They had crossed paths once or twice but, contrary to popular belief, women didnt feel the need to be best friends with every woman they met. They exchanged pleasantries, but Morgana didnt have many noble friends, mostly by choice. Nevertheless, she should at least observe the niceties.
"Lady Sasha," she greeted with a polite smile, walking over to the other woman, her fabric in her arm. She also had to pick out some trimming, but that could wait. She wasnt in any hurry and besides, any chance she had to get one over Arthur, and even if that meant hinting that she'd spoken with Sasha while he hadnt been around, was too good an opportunity to pass up.
The Lady Sasha looked up from the fabrics as Morgana approached her with a formal greeting. She turned her head fully to her and with a respectful dip of her head she returned the acknowledgment, "Lady Morgana." It was nice to meet her again, as they had not really talked much in the past. And even though she didn't regard many women, or people for that matter, as friends Sasha still enjoyed the honour of conversing with the King's ward. Even if it wasn't an honour. . . Sasha was nobility just like Morgana, but. . . yeah. She wasn't getting nervous, was she? Ugh. Surprisingly though, her attempt at getting rid of the feelings was successful.
"It's a pleasant surprise to see you here," she said quietly, her strange shyness fading completely. She let a few extra moments of silence pass, waiting for Morgana to continue the conversation.
Morgana too inclined her head, though she knew it wasnt required. It was simple curteousy to return ones greeting and Sasha was a Lady too. She deserved respect as well. "You as well," she replied with a smile, though she didnt really want to be out and about. But, the King had insisted. "The King suggested" -basically told her- "I should have a new dress made," she explained, gesturing with the fabric in her arms which she had finally settled upon.
"Are you looking for fabric also?" Morgana asked, while mentally berating herself. Of course she wanted fabric. Why else would she be in a fabric sellers store? Looking for food? But, the lady didnt let any of this show on her face, keeping her features schooled into that smile. Being brought up in the castle had its advantages when it came to placating people, Morgana had learned. Even if the only one she was placating was the King and his whimsical suggestions to her.
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My name is Catherine by the way; Call me Kate. *Smiles* You're lucky to have your mother, I ... wish I had at least someone I can talk to, You know? At least i have Arthur. *sits by the window and looks out*
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