@kitty-highball asked: Accompanying his employers younger daughter on her shopping trip was, largely, one of the less detestable tasks Ferrien had to preform.
Currently, the young lady was far too busy to do her actual chores.. No, it was clearly far more important to instead sit aside some full of himself merchants son- twirling her hair around one manicured finger and flirting the day away.
Ferrien sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head- his irritation only growing when she gestured for him to continue on alone.
Fine, then. He'd do as bid. .. but perhaps after a small stroll of his own, to acquire a warm drink. maybe even indulge in a page or two of the book tucked away in his bag.. he could multitask well enough.
And soon did he find himself walking down the Crozier- book in one hand and basket of goods in the other, until a pair of children rush by- close enough to stumble him and force his shoulder to collide with someone else, dropping the book face down on to the snowy ground and likely causing them to drop their belongings as well
Ferrien hisses, narrowed gaze darting up as he moves to retrieve the objects and looking at the man he'd run into with concealed annoyance- well aware that he'd likely be the one blamed for this.
Mornings outside of the Manor were few and far between for the poet - not oft given leave to explore the city to his hearts desire. To pick up a few personal items it made much sense to head to the Crozier for he knew one such merchant of whom offered ink in a rather particular shade of blue in which he had grown expressively fond of, as well as parchment and a few other pieces (+- namely his hear brothers upcoming nameday.
Thus, he found himself looking at rings when a shoulder collided with his own, the small pile of books he had tucked against his hip beneath an arm tumbling down unto the damn stone. 'T was surprise in which overtook Cyvel more than aught else, and mayhap the ache that swiftly came to be where he had accidentally been struck - but it felt of little matter.
He'd parted his lips to speak as he turned though found himself rather sharply silenced. A thick swallow and a small, of not utterly melancholic smile later, Cyvel offered a dismissive wave of a hand and kneels down to aid his company - as unexpected as it was - in gently retrieving his book from the ground:
"Ah, nonsense... 'T was just an accident." He's momentarily preoccupied as he hands the other his book ere collecting his own, brushing off their highly decorative covers. He'd been waiting for their publish to reach Ishgard for some time and when he'd discovered his order had come in, well he'd been so very excited to collect.
"One of my favorites." He then gestured to the others book as he took to stand once more, another saddened smile mixing unto features. "How are you enjoying it this far-?
