Snippet #1876790

There was something about the ocean air that was strangely refreshing. It was cooler, a true sea breeze, and the taste of natural salt lingered in the air. Thyme, having spent most of his days in the forests by the Rosewood Settlement, chose to relish the moment. Maybe he would start visiting Gowdie’s Cove more often. Its ocean-by location only added to the rejuvenating, exciting atmosphere of Market Day.

For quite some time now, Thyme had merely lingered by the entrance, watching the bustling people come and go. It was such a lively event. Quietly, he opened his simple black wallet, peering at its contents with unexpressed disapproval. Despite his insistence that he had enough money – after all, he only ever bought apple soda, so he had much of it saved up – his aunt and uncle had forced more on him. They had forced $250 on him to be exact. What exactly did they expect him to do with that amount? He had got along just fine with less than half that the last time he came.

Glancing back up, he promptly put the wallet in his bag before, somewhat hesitantly, deciding to follow the crowd. Immediately he was met with the loud calls of shopkeepers and customers alike. Men, women, children – they all seemed so eager to browse, to buy… and it was starting to affect him as well.

Strangely enthused, Thyme began to walk about, taking the time to peer at each of the many stalls to see what they had in stock. There were so many fascinating items out on display, some familiar, others more exotic... Perhaps he’d find something for his aunt and uncle and then all that money wouldn’t be a complete waste. Maybe he’d find something useful for his daily forest walk as well – he wanted to venture a little deeper nowadays but, well, he didn’t exactly trust himself to keep from getting lost. New sights, new experiences...

'Maybe I'll should come here more often...'