~hmmm~
Piece 3
Scarsborough fair
"Are you going to scarborough fair
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
Remember me to one who lives there.
He once was a true love of mine."
Waverly watched as Mallory grabbed her coat and a scarf, bundling herself up against the cold. It had been a month since she had come to this place and still she knew nothing of it. "Where are you going?" She asked with curiosity as she looked up from polishing the glasses.
"To the market. Get your coat on." She replied grabbing what looked like a wicker basket. Waverly complied, running out the door after the young sprite. She's never nice. I wonder what happened. She thought to herself as she ran behind the other girl. People passed them on the street, watching the girl who looked completely out of place in her ornate clothing that had been handed to her the day she had arrived. She watched Malory as she stopped, looking in at a window, then with a grumble continued to walk.
"What was that?" Waverly asked, brows furrowed.
"Nothing." Mallory hissed out. Waverly looked into the window and saw a young man selling bread to a customer. I wonder . . . her thoughts were pulled away from herself as she noticed Mallory glaring at her. "I was just looking!" She replied to the unasked question defensively.
"Don't" came the flat answer. Mallory then turned sharply on her heel and continued walking. It was the first non-plastic emotion that Waverly had seen from the girl since she had entered the place.