Normally, Chrysanthe didn’t have much free time to herself but lately, she had been looking for a chance to have some time to herself to clear her head. It had only been a day since her wildest dream had managed to come true, without her even trying. By some mad stroke of luck, she had been gifted some golden bracelets by a woman who had been a friend of the prince himself. Selling those bracelets had given her the money that she would need to finally find some independence, and start out on a life of her own. But what would that life look like? It was one thing to dream of another life, but quite another to actually have the power to make that dream into a reality. Now that she had money, there were so many possibilities, and while one part of her wanted to explore all of them, with no way to get more money, that could quickly end up with her right back where she started, completely penniless.
So that day, when Chrysanthe was sent out to run errands she didn’t head for the market like she was supposed to. Well, she had started by heading towards the market, but that day, it seemed like her feet had taken on a life of their own. Instead of the market, she found herself wandering down towards the sea, to the place where she had always felt the most free, at least until now. When she could sneak away she always used to go down to the sea and look out across the water that stretched out as far as the eye could see and imagine that somehow she could find her way across the water to somewhere far away.
Today, as she walked along the seashore, she watched the waves come in and considered what she would do with the money she had obtained. She knew she wanted to learn a trade, a proper trade that wasn’t just watching children and teaching them a few basics of spinning and weaving. Perhaps she could buy an apprenticeship with a clothmaker? Or maybe she should try something completely new. Maybe she could find something outside of Vasiliadon, she really liked the idea of living somewhere new, and she did have the funds to travel now. She would have to make sure she left a bit of the money for the children, that was the only thing she had definitely decided for sure.
Chrysanthe sighed and looked back in the direction she was walking, making sure that she wasn’t about to trip over anything in her path. She spotted a young woman slightly higher up the beach who was looking out over the beach in her direction and painting. Chrysanthe suddenly realized that she was blocking the woman’s view. ”Sorry,” she greeted the woman, quickly stepping out of the way of her view and walking up beside her. ”I didn’t see you there. Usually, it’s so quiet down here.” As Chrysanthe talked, she had approached close enough to see what the woman was working on. Chrysanthe stared slack-jawed for a moment at what the woman was painting. ”Wow, that’s so pretty. I wish I knew how to paint like that.” Chrysanthe briefly considered what it might be like to take an apprenticeship as a painter. She wondered if it paid enough that she’d be able to support herself. @adelpha
So that day, when Chrysanthe was sent out to run errands she didn’t head for the market like she was supposed to. Well, she had started by heading towards the market, but that day, it seemed like her feet had taken on a life of their own. Instead of the market, she found herself wandering down towards the sea, to the place where she had always felt the most free, at least until now. When she could sneak away she always used to go down to the sea and look out across the water that stretched out as far as the eye could see and imagine that somehow she could find her way across the water to somewhere far away.
Today, as she walked along the seashore, she watched the waves come in and considered what she would do with the money she had obtained. She knew she wanted to learn a trade, a proper trade that wasn’t just watching children and teaching them a few basics of spinning and weaving. Perhaps she could buy an apprenticeship with a clothmaker? Or maybe she should try something completely new. Maybe she could find something outside of Vasiliadon, she really liked the idea of living somewhere new, and she did have the funds to travel now. She would have to make sure she left a bit of the money for the children, that was the only thing she had definitely decided for sure.
Chrysanthe sighed and looked back in the direction she was walking, making sure that she wasn’t about to trip over anything in her path. She spotted a young woman slightly higher up the beach who was looking out over the beach in her direction and painting. Chrysanthe suddenly realized that she was blocking the woman’s view. ”Sorry,” she greeted the woman, quickly stepping out of the way of her view and walking up beside her. ”I didn’t see you there. Usually, it’s so quiet down here.” As Chrysanthe talked, she had approached close enough to see what the woman was working on. Chrysanthe stared slack-jawed for a moment at what the woman was painting. ”Wow, that’s so pretty. I wish I knew how to paint like that.” Chrysanthe briefly considered what it might be like to take an apprenticeship as a painter. She wondered if it paid enough that she’d be able to support herself. @adelpha