My name is Fayeth and I am a young dwelf maiden with long, wavy locks cascading down my back, shimmering in a delicate shade of platinum blonde. They frame my face, drawing attention to my enchanting gray eyes, which hold a mysterious depth within them. Freckles delicately adorn my cheeks, like stardust sprinkled upon porcelain. I'm adorned in a breathtaking navy blue dress, its fabric flowing gracefully around me as if it were woven by the hands of the forest itself. The dress accentuates my figure, hugging my slender form and emphasizing my ethereal presence. Sometimes, I choose to wear a half apron with my dress, a charming touch that adds a hint of practicality to my ensemble; but today I've decided to wear a simple forest green dress with the half apron that has pockets. "Fayeth! Are you almost ready?" My sister Dalora said outside of our bedroom. "Yes!" I answered. I quickly put my hair up in a ponytail leaving strands of hair out and then grabbed my favorite book and put it in my apron's pocket. I opened the door and saw Dalora holding my basket along with hers; she then handed my basket to me and we left the house after saying goodbye to our mother. "I see you have brought your book along." Dalora said. "You know how I am." I replied with a chuckle. "Yeah." Dalora responded. "Soo, what's on the list?" I asked as we neared the village's market. Dalora pulled out the list from her pocket. "Carrots, sugar, flour, cheese, and some other boring stuff." Dalora read aloud. "Alright, I can go get the carrots while you go find the cheese." I suggested. "Ok, sounds like a plan." Dalora agreed and left to go find the cheese and I went towards the stall that is selling some vegetables and then took my book out to read while I waited in line. "Isn't that the dwelf that the Casksunders had adopted?" I heard a woman whispering behind me. "I believe so, but isn't she odd? She doesn't have a beard and don't get me started on how she's learning to wield a weapon." Another one said. I sighed. It wasn't the first time I had heard whispered comments about my appearance and unconventional interests. But I had learned to ignore them. I knew that being different made me special, and I had embraced my uniqueness long ago. As the line inched forward, I flipped through the worn pages of my book, finding solace in the words that transported me to far-off lands. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, my turn came. "Hello! How may I help you?" The merchant in front of me said in a cheerful voice. "Hi, I would like some carrots please." I politely replied. He nodded. "Right away." he said as he turned around and retrieved his carrots and placed them into my basket. "Here you are! One extra penny for good luck!" He added. I thanked him and picked up my basket. "Have a good day!" He called out at me as I left. I waved back with a grateful smile. "Thank you!" I replied before I continued to walk down the streets of the town, trying not to let any of the whispers bother me.
