Devil Devil

Bonnie was trying her hardest to adjust to her new life, but it was quite a change. Life in the Blue Moon tribe had not always been quiet, ofcourse, but the city was something else entirely. She stood in the middle of the market and just looked around for a bit. There were so many kinds of fruit and vegetables she had never seen before, people dressed in strange clothing, loud noises and talking people. She loved it. There was so much to see, to discover. It was so much less dull than the tribe, where she had so often tried to slip away just to find something more exciting. But she had to get back to her work. An older servant had sent her to the market to buy the food that would be served tonight. The coins in the bag entrusted by her felt heavy on her hip, where she kept it in the pocket of her dress, and the task felt like a test. The money was not a lot for the Vylasars, of course, but to her, it could be life changing. It would be so easy to just- take it and disappear. Ofcourse, Bonnie was not planning on doing that. She had only been here for what, a week? She had not even met all of the Vylasar's yet. There was so much more to see, to learn, to discover here. Bonnie spotted a merchant selling all sorts of fish and made her way towards him; she was supposed to bring some salmon for dinner. Before she reached the merchant, however, a man spoke to her, asking what she thought it was. Huh? Bonnie frowned slightly, but noticed quickly what he meant: a wall filled with the drawings of a child. She put a step closer and studied the drawing with her green eyes. "Hmmm... Perhaps they're vines?", she suggested. The green colored lines seemed to loop over eachother, and to her mind that was used to the wilderness of the Avalon, it reminded her of the leaves and vines hanging from the trees.

The man agreed with her and then looked her up and down. Bonnie knew that look - she reveled in it. A smile creeped onto her face as well, and she returned the gesture. No, he was certainly not bad looking, not at all. A little bit of a bad boy, she could see that, but she liked that. They tended to not get attached. That made everyone's live easier. He pointed to the bag she kind of forgot she was holding. Bonnie looked at it for a split second, but then decided - what the hell, there's just some bread in it so far. It wasn't even her own bread. She probably had enough coins to buy another one if he ran off with it. But although he certainly looked like trouble - he looked like the good kind of trouble. He didn't seem poor or desperate at all. She handed him the bag and smiled brightly. "Sure, I'll always accept help from a handsome man.", she answered, before continuing to walk towards the fish stall she was going towards in the first place. "I'm buying ingredients for dinner. You got any suggestions?", she asked then, trying to keep the conversation going. She purposefully didn't mention it wasn't for her but for her employer, not wanting to look like just a lowly servant - although she suspected he could tell from the way she was dressed. She definitely didn't look rich or put together right now, and she kind of disliked that. But there wasn't anything she could really do about that. Unless she could charm a rich man so that he would buy things for her, perhaps..That could be an actionable plan.