Freshly Baked [Eleanor]

[hari]

'This is a day in the life of a bakers daughter. As you can see my life is not always easy but my family is always there for me.' With the flick of the feathered pen with the dots of ink with the little jar just beside her. With a gentle hum and that little hint of a fair smile upon her lips. As she filled in her diary whom never had another pair of eyes it and Harriet was very keen to keep it that way. With a faint blush. With that gentle hum evaporating much like boiled water as she put the bound book away for now as the morning was beginning to pick up with some costumers. Harriet had already remembered faces and lucky even a couple of names. Whilst it still was this enormous looming city, despite the reasonings she was here, there was something to admire within the city's walls. Camelot. Was all she knew. Dressed in a simple white dress with some hints of lilac to give it that feminine touch. Her hair was tousled in waves of browns and golds. She had spent the early morning preparing everything and covered in flour. There was little trace of it now. Though there was still that faint fresh bread smell in the air entwined with the pies and caked upon the table as well as in her cart. By the cart came the snort of Iris a beautiful bay mare, whom took these daily travels to and from Camelot. Finding a carrot in her bag, Harriet soon heard the chomping as Iris ate it. With a gentle stroke of her forehead, before returning where Harriet once stood.

Greeting some of first costumers of the day with a pleasant demeanour and filling their needs of baked goods. It was still a slow progress, but people needed bread so it wasn't so hard to find buyers. It was maybe a little easier back in the village, but the real coin was here. Where in suit money wasn't something Harriet ever thought would be such a great deal for her, but in this world you needed it to survive. In her case to help take care of her mother. Harriet needed little, her days was filled with mostly work and she did enjoy it. Even if the days were long and her body would protest. It had to be done. It was for the greater good and through the hardship it was worth every sweat and tear she had to shed. A young girl came for bread for the family, which Harriet gave an extra special loaf to with a little treat of gingerbread the girl had been eyeing. "Its our little secret. Shhh." Harriet gave with a wink. Seeing the young girl light up with such a smile as if Harriet just made her day was a sweet thought.