Menelie
It had taken a lot for Dulce to move out of the place she'd shared with her mother for so many seasons. Striking out on her own wasn't exactly in Dulce's skill set, although, she'd realized as she'd had to learn a lot of things on her own, nothing in particular was in her skill set. She'd been coddled her entire life, and she'd had to learn some hard lessons to win any kind of independence and happiness.
For example, it turned out that her mother had vastly overexaggerated Dulce's importance in the world, which had made for a very rude awakening when she'd introduced herself to....anyone, really. She'd been lucky that the people in charge at her new village, Breeheart, had been kind and helpful, and had helped her find a place and settle in.
And settle in she had! Dulce had created a small home with a shopfront (a format it turned out many of the residents had) and had started a business for herself. She'd never met her father, but her mother had said he had some sort of baking business. So Dulce figured it must be in her blood. Breeheart already had the market cornered, so to speak, on cakes and pastries and other goodies, and so Dulce took the only thing she actually knew how to bake, which was bread, and made it cute, sweet, and fancy. Much like herself.
Dulce made pillowy-soft milk bread, which was delicious on its own, and turned it into delicious golden sweet breakfast toast, topped with fruit and cream arranged so as to look like animals or flowers. This, of course, meant she went through a lot of eggs, milk, and fruits. Since she'd opened her shop she'd been getting these things from the market, but she thought she could perhaps get a better deal by purchasing directly from the farmers. So she'd asked around, and today she was headed to the home of a sprite named Sindri, who she'd heard could sell her eggs. She knocked twice on the door just before midday.
For example, it turned out that her mother had vastly overexaggerated Dulce's importance in the world, which had made for a very rude awakening when she'd introduced herself to....anyone, really. She'd been lucky that the people in charge at her new village, Breeheart, had been kind and helpful, and had helped her find a place and settle in.
And settle in she had! Dulce had created a small home with a shopfront (a format it turned out many of the residents had) and had started a business for herself. She'd never met her father, but her mother had said he had some sort of baking business. So Dulce figured it must be in her blood. Breeheart already had the market cornered, so to speak, on cakes and pastries and other goodies, and so Dulce took the only thing she actually knew how to bake, which was bread, and made it cute, sweet, and fancy. Much like herself.
Dulce made pillowy-soft milk bread, which was delicious on its own, and turned it into delicious golden sweet breakfast toast, topped with fruit and cream arranged so as to look like animals or flowers. This, of course, meant she went through a lot of eggs, milk, and fruits. Since she'd opened her shop she'd been getting these things from the market, but she thought she could perhaps get a better deal by purchasing directly from the farmers. So she'd asked around, and today she was headed to the home of a sprite named Sindri, who she'd heard could sell her eggs. She knocked twice on the door just before midday.
Daisicle
Sindri was being a bit of a lazy ******** on this day of spring. The chickens were fat and happy, he'd managed to yeet an unexpected intruder by increasing the nearby population of problem children (though she -had- handled her watch duty well, he supposed), and he'd somehow endured what must have been the most awkward experience of his life - meeting his younger sisters for the first time. For once in his life, he'd been truly grateful that he and his brother were, well, brothers. Girls - teenaged ones in particular - were just so much to handle... Though that hadn't stopped the pang of jealousy from hearing his brother was currently swimming steady with someone.
Between that and the extended travel time necessary to move between home and Sunrise Terrace, he was a bit tired. Exhausted really. He spread his arms on the back of the couch, feet sprawled out in front of him, as he leaned back and looked at the ceiling.
Oh... right... He hadn't eaten yet today... Should probably do that soon... But that also kind of required getting up? Maybe he could just doze off and make it an afternoon meal for... oh, he didn't have ingredients on hand anyways. Yeah. He'd have to go buy some... Later... He yawned, content with his choice.
It seemed the Spirits had other plans for him today though.
Two sharp knocks on the door cut into his dozing, and he looked over to the entrance with just a turn of his head. How strange - he wasn't expecting anyone. Was it the bir-- harpy brats? Maybe if he ignored them they'd just go away...
Between that and the extended travel time necessary to move between home and Sunrise Terrace, he was a bit tired. Exhausted really. He spread his arms on the back of the couch, feet sprawled out in front of him, as he leaned back and looked at the ceiling.
Oh... right... He hadn't eaten yet today... Should probably do that soon... But that also kind of required getting up? Maybe he could just doze off and make it an afternoon meal for... oh, he didn't have ingredients on hand anyways. Yeah. He'd have to go buy some... Later... He yawned, content with his choice.
It seemed the Spirits had other plans for him today though.
Two sharp knocks on the door cut into his dozing, and he looked over to the entrance with just a turn of his head. How strange - he wasn't expecting anyone. Was it the bir-- harpy brats? Maybe if he ignored them they'd just go away...
Menelie
Dulce frowned. Perhaps he wasn't home? She knocked again, slightly louder this time, and called, "Hello?" She was certain she had the right house. She could see the birds in the yard and their little house structure.
Daisicle
Geh... They weren't going away. Still, he didn't recognize that voice. Sindri sighed to himself before yelling, "One moment," at the door and getting his lazy a** up and over there. He rubbed the edges of his eyes to make sure he didn't have any gunk there before opening the door - oh, did he know this pae? "Can I help you?"
Menelie
"Good morning!" said Dulce brightly. "I--" She prepared to launch into the "speech" she'd prepared but his appearance caught her off-guard. When she'd heard he was a Sprite she'd gotten a certain....fishy mental image, but he was much more Fae than she'd envisioned. Dulce cleared her throat and wiped her hands on her thighs, as if smoothing an imaginary skirt, to calm herself and reset. "I presume I'm speaking with Sindri the egg seller? My name is Dulce and I've come with a business proposition if you are interested in hearing it." Pausing for only a moment--not particularly long enough for him to agree or disagree with that statement--she continued.
"I have a business selling sweet breakfast toast, and I require large quantities of eggs. I'd like to negotiate purchasing them directly from you, rather than paying market prices." She folded her hands in front of her as she, finally, stopped speaking long enough for him to respond.
"I have a business selling sweet breakfast toast, and I require large quantities of eggs. I'd like to negotiate purchasing them directly from you, rather than paying market prices." She folded her hands in front of her as she, finally, stopped speaking long enough for him to respond.
Daisicle
Sindri blinked slowly as, following a brief pause that allowed him to give a small "Good morning?" back, the fae quickly cut to the chase. He tried a few time to cut in to answer her questions, but goodness... There was no stopping her torrent of words! Even what seemed to be a natural pause for him to respond was a feint - he'd barely'd a, "One sec--" before being cut off as she finished. Seemed she didn't actually care if he was interested in hearing it, he was going to regardless. Was this just how females normally were? Kore had allowed a lot more back-and-forth when they'd spoken. Yes... He could remember it like it was yesterday... How was she these days, anyways? He hadn't seen her since he'd still lived in the Spring (not that he'd dream of thinking a goddess like her would pay him any mind under normal circumstances).
Oh, had the fae finished speaking? He ran a hand through his hair before flicking a lock behind an ear.
"So... Let me get this straight. You bake in the village," surprise of the century right there, "And you'd like to buy eggs from me as a reoccurring thing, rather than just buying them in the market. Yeah? I got that right?"
Oh, had the fae finished speaking? He ran a hand through his hair before flicking a lock behind an ear.
"So... Let me get this straight. You bake in the village," surprise of the century right there, "And you'd like to buy eggs from me as a reoccurring thing, rather than just buying them in the market. Yeah? I got that right?"
