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Argent Princess It's getting late in the afternoon, and things are busy here in the west quarter! Industry is the lifeblood of any major city.

A wake parts before a tiny beautiful lady, as she drifts aimlessly between shops and vendors, peeking into doors and sweeping a haphazard gaze over stall counters listlessly. She seems drowsy, not bored but perfunctory, as if sure she is not going to find what she's looking for.

She seems to find an unusual amount of shuttered or closed up businesses, growing more troubled as she makes note of each with a petulent twist of her painted silvery-pink lips. She stops to peer through the window of one of these shops, a boarded up toy shop, efore drifting away with a dramatic sigh of consternation.

First Socket of the Heavenly Garden The busy West Quarter is always Socket's favorite part of Great Forks. The closer collection of people, the relatively built up way that things are, and the thrum of the various thaumaturges and machinery of industry all remind her much more of home than most of the other places she's seen about Creation.

Even the most impressive craftsman needs to get materials and there are always things not worth making herself, and other things to trade, so she stops occasionally at all sorts of spots to either see about getting some materials, or at least as often to examine the strange things that are being sold. The vast array of drugs certainly have her curiosity, as she looks to find what she might make herself to turn into silver for some of those more expansive items. Socket's wearing a jacket a bit too big for her fairly small frame, hiding a bit away her metal right hand so she can blend as just another lass from the southeast.

Argent Princess Argent Princess fusses with a length of thread that's laced between her fingers, rainbow colored and making a web of crossing lines. She seems lost in her own thoughts as her high geta clatter into a discarded scrap of wood, stopping her in her tracks.

She stops in her tracks to peer down at what she kicked, blinking her large eyes and stunned as it seems to lead her gaze up to a table adorned with small carved wooden animals. She presses close to this particular vendor, murmuring a short conversation with him before selecting a horse, a cat, and a dog, paying him, then turning around and immediately bumping into Socket.

First Socket of the Heavenly Garden Socket jumps, surprised at the woman running into her as she saw her purchase that collection of little wooden items, then smiles, "Cute little things!" she comments on the little animals in Princess' hand, and pulls her hand back under the sleeve, from how she'd extended it out to recover balance with the girl who had bumped into her.
Argent Princess Argent Princess totters a little, but seems well balanced, tangling the toys up in her awkward grip upon them more than herself, she takes a second to get her fingers out of the strings, but the cat in particular seems snared. She tucks the whole mess away as she smiles graciously in apology.

"They are.." she agrees with a soft warmth. "The best I can find for children's toys so far. You would think a war was on, the way all the shops catering to such things are closed. First the confectioners, now the toymakers," She casts a glance back down the street at the shuttered toyshop, lifting a plucked brow speculatively.

First Socket of the Heavenly Garden Socket looks back at the girl and her collection of toys all tied up in a mess in those strings. "Hmm. Looking for a whole collection of children's toys? I think those are often handmade... not a lot of call for many to be sold, though those are cute." She laughs, as she looks over the items, "Oh? Not much candy, either? Did they both used to be more of things here?" She seems a little confused, "What were you looking for?"
Argent Princess Argent Princess smiles quizzically. "It seems so." She muses to herself. "Oh, yes. The cup and ball, hoop and stick, the little drum paddle with the string and balls. That sort of thing." She says, then, claps her tiny hands together. "Yes, more shops, I spoke to a tiny goddess of confectioners and she said such things are in decline because of some brewing turmoil." She confides, as if sharing a secret.