Post by Tomie Magahara on Oct 4, 2015 9:04:45 GMT -5
It has been pouring down these last three days and traffic has been modest these last few days. Only just now has the skies cleared up a bit, but the threatening clouds still linger; this is a break from the monotonous tapping, not a complete cessation of its tyranny. But a break is all that will suffice for Tomie Magahara today, as she won't be out of the tea house for long. She had picked up a basket from the kitchen and made haste towards the village, knowing that it could start pouring down anytime. She didn't take the time to casually stroll down the road from Moyamoyasumi to the eastern village collection, which housed the largest market, but walked as fast as she could manage.
In case she wouldn't make it back home before the downpour resumed, the madam brought along her crafty parasol with a sword concealed in the handle, the one she had brought about by using magic. Granted, she did not think that she would even find use for the weapon, she rarely did, but the canopy itself was delightfully pretty, in addition to waterproof.
Beef, beetroot, apples, prunes, tea leaves, fish, sweet potatoes, ginger.
She repeated the grocery list in her head, having forgone to write it down while she could. It wasn't that much, which is the reason why she had only brought a single basket along and had decided to go alone. They still had quite a bit of food left in the kitchen, but due to the fact that none of the employees had left the house due to the awful weather, it certainly was nice to stock up on some of the foods that they used regularly.
She looks up at the sky, trying to figure out if it would start raining soon. The air is still damp, but there is no signs of rain at the moment. She proceeds through the gates leading to the village entrance.
Due to the weather, the streets are lacking with people. There's a vendor here, a vendor there, but not like it usually is. Customers are lacking a bit too, but quite a few people appear to be leaving their homes to do what she is doing: restocking on food. But she notices that some, like her, cautiously examine the sky, knowing that the basin from above will start spilling sooner or later.
She regards the lack of people as positive thing, as it means less competition for her for the best products. Well, better products. The selection certainly isn't something to write home about. Skilled eyes scan the red produce for impurities and deformations. These are quite small for the season, but she picks out the three best she can find and moves on to the meat vendor. He claims that the slabs of meat are the best there is, but she just skeptically regards his products. Mediocre at best. Yet she smiles and takes the best she can find and hands him the kan in exchange. Meat is expensive.
Locally caught fish isn't. She examines the selection the local fisherman has presented on his more humble counter. The quality of the flesh is generally better than that of the meat vendor, plus the fisherman is rather humble, so she buys more from him than the meat vendor. Two catfish and a chum salmon. What else was she going to buy?
Beef, apples, fish, sweet potatoes, beetroot, tea leaves...
In the corner of her eye, she sees them. The beggars, the homeless, the hungry. Slumped against walls, sitting on the ground, extending their arms, begging for alms. She would probably have to buy something for them too. But what? She knew she could give some of them kan, while others would want food. Perhaps both?
The grilled meat vendor seems to be closing up soon, so she approaches him with hasty steps and an outstretched hand stuffed with kan; she would certainly make his time worth the money. She buys four sticks of yakiniku, wraps them in paper and places them in her basket. If she just could remember and finish this list, then Tomie would be able to give out the food she had bought to the ones less fortunate than her left. If she only could remember.
Beef, fish, beetroot, sweet potatoes, tea leaves, apples...
In case she wouldn't make it back home before the downpour resumed, the madam brought along her crafty parasol with a sword concealed in the handle, the one she had brought about by using magic. Granted, she did not think that she would even find use for the weapon, she rarely did, but the canopy itself was delightfully pretty, in addition to waterproof.
Beef, beetroot, apples, prunes, tea leaves, fish, sweet potatoes, ginger.
She repeated the grocery list in her head, having forgone to write it down while she could. It wasn't that much, which is the reason why she had only brought a single basket along and had decided to go alone. They still had quite a bit of food left in the kitchen, but due to the fact that none of the employees had left the house due to the awful weather, it certainly was nice to stock up on some of the foods that they used regularly.
She looks up at the sky, trying to figure out if it would start raining soon. The air is still damp, but there is no signs of rain at the moment. She proceeds through the gates leading to the village entrance.
Due to the weather, the streets are lacking with people. There's a vendor here, a vendor there, but not like it usually is. Customers are lacking a bit too, but quite a few people appear to be leaving their homes to do what she is doing: restocking on food. But she notices that some, like her, cautiously examine the sky, knowing that the basin from above will start spilling sooner or later.
She regards the lack of people as positive thing, as it means less competition for her for the best products. Well, better products. The selection certainly isn't something to write home about. Skilled eyes scan the red produce for impurities and deformations. These are quite small for the season, but she picks out the three best she can find and moves on to the meat vendor. He claims that the slabs of meat are the best there is, but she just skeptically regards his products. Mediocre at best. Yet she smiles and takes the best she can find and hands him the kan in exchange. Meat is expensive.
Locally caught fish isn't. She examines the selection the local fisherman has presented on his more humble counter. The quality of the flesh is generally better than that of the meat vendor, plus the fisherman is rather humble, so she buys more from him than the meat vendor. Two catfish and a chum salmon. What else was she going to buy?
Beef, apples, fish, sweet potatoes, beetroot, tea leaves...
In the corner of her eye, she sees them. The beggars, the homeless, the hungry. Slumped against walls, sitting on the ground, extending their arms, begging for alms. She would probably have to buy something for them too. But what? She knew she could give some of them kan, while others would want food. Perhaps both?
The grilled meat vendor seems to be closing up soon, so she approaches him with hasty steps and an outstretched hand stuffed with kan; she would certainly make his time worth the money. She buys four sticks of yakiniku, wraps them in paper and places them in her basket. If she just could remember and finish this list, then Tomie would be able to give out the food she had bought to the ones less fortunate than her left. If she only could remember.
Beef, fish, beetroot, sweet potatoes, tea leaves, apples...
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