Without any objections, Melody smiled as they left the building. She really hadn’t planned to leave so early, but she felt confident as they moved among the market place. So she kept her head up, on the lookout for a frustrated guard. For extra precaution, she reached behind her, pulling at the fabric of her hood. She lifted it over her head, giving it a firm tug before she felt a little bit safer.
“So what sort of items are you looking for today? Or maybe we can stop by a vendor for some food – my treat,” she glanced to the girl who she walked beside.
Lynn seemed lost in thought – and dreams. For a moment she was curious what it was. However, Mel was hesitant to hear people’s dreams and wishes. She had heard too many of the hopeful wishes as a child. She’d had her fill of encountering people who wanted her to fulfill a wish – something she was not gifted to do. Dreams were something that didn’t come true. They were illusions, pure and simple. “So what possessed you to ask me to come along with you anyways?” Melody wondered, addressing the issue much earlier than she thought she would.
“I’ll be able to get most of it on alone, but I’d appreciate a little bit of help,” Troy accepted the offer. Maybe it was a phase. Maybe it was just an off day. He had spent years accepting help from others, accepting others treat him like he was used to. However, something about today felt different. Maybe he just wanted to be normal – a rather absurd thought. Or maybe he just wanted to find something that could relate to him. Relate to the fact that it life was terrible being the fourth prince – treated with such dignity even if there is no chance that you’ll ever inherit anything.
Once the armor was on, he glanced over the selection of weapons. There was quite a few to chose from, but he eventually picked up one of the simpler ones, liking the weight of it in his hands. “So, Liam, how well can you fight,” he threw a friendly taunt.