Rosethorn swatted a fly away from her face. The day was hot and dry; she sat in the sparse shade created by her masters stall, watching his goods. He had placed her in charge of sales meanwhile he enjoyed the pleasures of the market. He had left her with a sharp warning.
“If anything gets stolen it’s coming out of your allowance and if your rude to one more customer it’s coming out of your hide”
She sat bent over a set of clothing which were filthy and ripped from her fall off of her mule. It was her only other set of clothing. Her master had been trying to teach her how to meditate despite distractions, She had closed her eyes and concentrated only to find herself on the ground. A group of branches had decided to take advantage of her lack of awareness and grabbed her, tearing her clothing and pulling her from he saddle.
Her fingers were now bleeding from multiple pin pricks caused by the wayward needle she was struggling to use to mend her filthy clothi