The Streets of Deliar
The drink was sat in front of her and small, circular metallic coins were taken from her red bursa, a receptacle for her coin, to pay for the liquidized heaven. It clanked across the counter and rang in her ears like the melody of a siren. She knew it was only so much time ‘till her red-faced mother dragged her out by her ruddy braid. Elora was determined to drink as much as she could till then, and enjoy the amorous man’s company as well.
“By Rina’s hair, are you perhaps enjoying my company a bit too much?” Elora cooed, sipping her ale as she glanced at him demurely.
Entertaining such men as never been a forte she possessed, or anything she generally did given the lack of desirability they held for her, but her nineteenth birthday was upon her and she wished to get the insurgence from her bones before then. As on her nineteenth birthday, her parents were preparing for a chat, an imperative chat that involved Elora taking accountability and co-owning the tailoring shop alongside Breena. The barely woman was not quite sure if she was prepared for such an endeavor as she still had things to ponder, such as the prospect of opening a patisserie even if it was to go against her cherished parents’ wishes.
Her time was not to last as just that moment the bustling Edna arrived, faced as ruddy as Elora’s dress and her fat, sliced fingers pointed accusingly at her daughter. She stormed across The Boot Buckle, her hand grasping the collar of Elora’s dress and tugging her away from the delicious freedom and back to work. Without a word, which meant the fifty year old woman was truly livid, Edna dragged Elora through snow and water with only small grunts and huffs to explain the coarseness in which she handled her.
“Ma, I was only gone for a minute or two, no need to get your thimble dented for Carios’ sake!” She whined, only half there as the other half of her was staring at a display of golden necklaces that had caught her acquisitive eye.
“Elora, I have almost had it with this behavior of yours.” Edna had officially begun the lecture and Elora groaned in despair. “What has gotten into you? Abandoning your work, philandering your time away – is this what Breena Tinath will have to deal with when the time comes? I pray for her soul, then.”