"Excuse me?" Eira turned towards the vendor. His head lowered, with his brown hair covering his eyes.
Due to business protocols, he wasn't allowed to say more. Eira wasn't even sure why he said such a comment if he wasn't allowed to say anything else.
"Sorry, impulse. Just, be careful." He refused to say anything after that. Eira didn't appreciate the blank information, but there was little she could do about it so she headed home.
As she walked home, the leaves of the oak tree came into view and it came to her. Eira saw blue here before.
He was probably here.
She didn't think of it at the time, or at least didn't make the correlation because she was dumbfounded by how attractive he was. Eira realized and began running home.
In the distance, Eira could see that the wooden door was propped open and mentally cursed to herself. When she finally got closer, her hand scraped in the rough edge of the door frame.
She walked in the house, skeptical of everything around her. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, but it didn't hurt to be extra cautious.
Then she saw her mom in the backyard, trimming the bush. Eira opened the window and called out, "Mom, why is the front door open?".
Soka looked back and chuckled, "I was waiting for you to come home. I wasn't sure if you knew how to store items and it was just in case your hands were full." Eira's looked at her in disbelief. Afterwards Soka asked for her to take out the groceries.
After taking a relieving sigh, she put the red bag on the kitchen table, next to the wooden box it's usually next to. She walked up and closed the front door, locking it behind her. She even turned around and double checked.
After removing and putting away the groceries, Soka walked inside. She was a little discolored, which is to be expected due to working with the plants. Her blue hair was darker, and the bottom ends were stained in the earth's color. A few trimmed leaves sat atop of her head and attire.
"Any troubles on your outing?" She asked, ruffling her ends. A little bit of dirt scattered along the back door, but it was barely visible anyway. The cloud of dirt however, was.
Eira paused, uncertain of if she should say anything about the guy. He was indeed suspicious, and there was even a chance he was at their house this morning. Did she even know his name? If he did, she honestly couldn't remember. She sat down in the kitchen, the box in front of her. Contemplating.
"So uhm, I went to buy some stuff from Ram, why is Gladottle so expensive?" She diverted, Soka sat down with her and looked through the stuff that Eira brought home and picked up the flask. It was the same black flask with wax engraved sealing, but when Soka picked it up, it glistened. The black flickered to a white, but it was only for a moment.
"Darling, although this is very valuable.. it's abundant. You got ripped off."
"What?!" Eira stood up from her seat, she clenched her hands. Upset, she crossed her arms puffing. She knew she should have checked elsewhere! That vendor was all sorts of sketchy, it was in the dark alleyway.
"Though Ram's is special due to it's quality. I think it's fine, we're not going to be affected much by it." Soka paused, her head lowering. However Eira kinda knew that it meant her father was coming home, or at least a messenger to bring fons.
She never had a good outlook on her father, her first impression of him was when she was playing outside and found herself staring at him one day. The tree she loved playing around was blooming, blue flowers dances from the branches and gracefully floated down like snowflakes. She saw him in the distance, but then paused in front of her. He picked her up by her head, to see her eye-to-eye and scoffed.
Who greets their child like that? Especially from being absent constantly. However, even then Soka never truly formed a hatred towards that man. He's probably the reason that they were stuck in a cabin in the outskirts, void of any neighbors. Eira didn't know if it was because Soka was too kind or was stuck in the past, of maybe a time that he was nice.
She never asked, because she didn't know if it was the right time to. After her father picked her up, he dropped her. Her butt making contact with the burnt grass beneath her. As if the tree had a mind of it's own, the petals stopped falling. Every petal that dropped around that man, burnt to ashes.
From then, the memory was a blur but Eira sworn that he just disappeared into the cabin after that. Either way, the next time she saw him she wished to put him in his place.
If she could, that is.