Market
*comes out of her room, buttoning her vest. She is wearing a new outfit that she finished sewing last night. She's quietly proud of the slightly mannish (for where she's from) clothing, that reminds her of days long since past when she would wear boy's clothes to go riding. Of course, this outfit has no britches, but a skirt, much simpler than those she's accustomed to wearing. She hums to herself, setting about making tea and breakfast, thinking about the trip to market*
