Shopping generally speaking was not one of Imma’s favorite things to do. That sort of hobby usually befell her elder sisters, particularly Nana who loved fashion. When she did venture out to do any sort of shopping it was typically because she had a specific thing in mind that she wanted to buy. Today was no different. The short list of items she had in mind was relatively straight forward. The first was something for Pia or rather something for her expected baby. Imma wanted to find something that she could gift to the child once she finally had the opportunity to meet them. Perhaps a rattle or some plush animal. Whatever she found she was certain it would bring a smile to her sister’s face and help to alleviate some tiny fraction of her worry. Pleasantries always did have the ability to do that, if even superficially.
The second item she had etched upon her mental list was something for her mother. Some sort of bath oil perhaps or incense that would help with her headaches. Which of course meant she would have to stop by the bath shop or perhaps the apothecary. One of the two was guaranteed to have something to help with one’s aching head. If it failed to help with her headaches then perhaps it would at the very least smell sweet and help to relax her muscles. A small consolation perhaps, but one she was hoping would help to ease her suffering. After all she had seen her go through lately, she wanted to do at least that much for her. Though she certainly didn’t fail to realize her intentions were minor in the grand scheme of things in both circumstances. Nevertheless she was on a mission.
The last item she wanted to look into were some pressed oil pastels. They would be easier to transport than oil paints and in that way would be far more convenient when she wanted to draw something in color that was not close to home. All together it was a frivolous purchase and would be the last on her list. It meant less to her to get her own wants when she felt those close to her had legitimate needs. Taking advantage of the fact that they were in Athenia for the royal wedding, she made her way with accompaniment to the market. If she happened to fail at finding what she needed there, then she could certainly move to the shops. Though she would have much preferred not to pay the prices requested by more shopkeepers. Plus she enjoyed the energy of the market far more.
With guards in tow she made her way to the market, leaving the horses behind with one guard while the others trailed in her wake. Going anywhere without guards at her back was unlikely if not entirely impossible. At home she had far more freedom, but that was a whole world away. This place was dangerous and she was a relatively easy target. The atmosphere of the market was rather delightful for her and always managed to put a smile upon her lips. No matter her faults or shortcomings, it was utterly impossible to deny her smile. It was luminous. Bringing light to the depth of her eyes and causing them to radiate with an inner glow. The majority of her hair had been braided and interwoven before being tied with the remainder of her curls at the nape of her neck.
The chiton she chose to wore was deceptively simple. A pale orange fabric that reminded her of sunsets. Folded across her chest and secured with a golden belt. The sleeves were loose and were held at bay only by a clasp over each bicep, leaving the majority of her arms bare but for the drape of fabric from shoulder to bicep. Long and airy it provided little restriction and yet the fabric was so delicate that any time she stopped moving it cascaded to rest in accentuation against her curves. Carefully moving through the crowd she kept peeking back at the guards, making certain they didn’t lose her as they had at the art festival. That was a mistake she didn’t intend on making again. Not after her mother’s displeasure. Today she wanted nothing to taint her mother’s happiness when she presented her gift, least of all something as silly as a guard’s unfit report.
Spotting a stand with a great many baubles and trinkets she stepped inside. Some were meant to store incense themselves for noble ladies while others were sensory items. Sticks of silver with dangling bells or round rattles with carved bits about them to let the sound escape. Picking up one of the silver rattles she twisted it between her fingers, watching the little bells whip around the stick, each ringing melodiously as they went. The smile she wore only grew wider as she set it down and picked up another. Testing the toys to work out which she might like to give to Pia when the time came. The next one she tested not only had bells dangling from the wand but little bits of smooth crystal so that when she turned it about it sent tiny bits of colored light across her skin and the surrounding area. While it didn’t make quite as much noise it certainly distracted her and made her linger much longer than she had with the first.
Hair
Chiton
The second item she had etched upon her mental list was something for her mother. Some sort of bath oil perhaps or incense that would help with her headaches. Which of course meant she would have to stop by the bath shop or perhaps the apothecary. One of the two was guaranteed to have something to help with one’s aching head. If it failed to help with her headaches then perhaps it would at the very least smell sweet and help to relax her muscles. A small consolation perhaps, but one she was hoping would help to ease her suffering. After all she had seen her go through lately, she wanted to do at least that much for her. Though she certainly didn’t fail to realize her intentions were minor in the grand scheme of things in both circumstances. Nevertheless she was on a mission.
The last item she wanted to look into were some pressed oil pastels. They would be easier to transport than oil paints and in that way would be far more convenient when she wanted to draw something in color that was not close to home. All together it was a frivolous purchase and would be the last on her list. It meant less to her to get her own wants when she felt those close to her had legitimate needs. Taking advantage of the fact that they were in Athenia for the royal wedding, she made her way with accompaniment to the market. If she happened to fail at finding what she needed there, then she could certainly move to the shops. Though she would have much preferred not to pay the prices requested by more shopkeepers. Plus she enjoyed the energy of the market far more.
With guards in tow she made her way to the market, leaving the horses behind with one guard while the others trailed in her wake. Going anywhere without guards at her back was unlikely if not entirely impossible. At home she had far more freedom, but that was a whole world away. This place was dangerous and she was a relatively easy target. The atmosphere of the market was rather delightful for her and always managed to put a smile upon her lips. No matter her faults or shortcomings, it was utterly impossible to deny her smile. It was luminous. Bringing light to the depth of her eyes and causing them to radiate with an inner glow. The majority of her hair had been braided and interwoven before being tied with the remainder of her curls at the nape of her neck.
The chiton she chose to wore was deceptively simple. A pale orange fabric that reminded her of sunsets. Folded across her chest and secured with a golden belt. The sleeves were loose and were held at bay only by a clasp over each bicep, leaving the majority of her arms bare but for the drape of fabric from shoulder to bicep. Long and airy it provided little restriction and yet the fabric was so delicate that any time she stopped moving it cascaded to rest in accentuation against her curves. Carefully moving through the crowd she kept peeking back at the guards, making certain they didn’t lose her as they had at the art festival. That was a mistake she didn’t intend on making again. Not after her mother’s displeasure. Today she wanted nothing to taint her mother’s happiness when she presented her gift, least of all something as silly as a guard’s unfit report.
Spotting a stand with a great many baubles and trinkets she stepped inside. Some were meant to store incense themselves for noble ladies while others were sensory items. Sticks of silver with dangling bells or round rattles with carved bits about them to let the sound escape. Picking up one of the silver rattles she twisted it between her fingers, watching the little bells whip around the stick, each ringing melodiously as they went. The smile she wore only grew wider as she set it down and picked up another. Testing the toys to work out which she might like to give to Pia when the time came. The next one she tested not only had bells dangling from the wand but little bits of smooth crystal so that when she turned it about it sent tiny bits of colored light across her skin and the surrounding area. While it didn’t make quite as much noise it certainly distracted her and made her linger much longer than she had with the first.
Hair
Chiton