There was some shifting in her head, trying to figure out whether that smile had been okay. Not with him, but with herself. But his voice stole her from that minor contemplation and she started walking with him into the frames.
She started pointing almost immediately. "The big corral over there will be for the horse lottery, races and sales. The booth over there makes the best of the best in weaponry. This one, with the purple banner, over here will be for the traveling dignitaries to purview the entire affair from the shade."
"And, and, and," she rounded a corner, "Over here would be the best tart seller in the world."
"She says that only to win free tart each year." A bear of a man called from behind a rather well set up tent in browns and greens. His eyes were a mismatched brown and green, but his smile was ready and true.
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She started pointing almost immediately. "The big corral over there will be for the horse lottery, races and sales. The booth over there makes the best of the best in weaponry. This one, with the purple banner, over here will be for the traveling dignitaries to purview the entire affair from the shade."
"And, and, and," she rounded a corner, "Over here would be the best tart seller in the world."
"She says that only to win free tart each year." A bear of a man called from behind a rather well set up tent in browns and greens. His eyes were a mismatched brown and green, but his smile was ready and true.