"Do you think the market will be crowded?" Lucy asks looking out of the carriage window, her head propped up on her hand a book discarded on her lap. Nova doesn't look up from her embroidery as she answers, eyes locked in on the flower she is working on.
"The market is always crowded from morning to mid-afternoon, but we might get lucky since it is the middle of the week, by this time most people are only going to the market for simple things like thread or bread. I have gone to buy more fabric and thread, which coincidentally I am running low on. I suppose that's what I get when choosing long and complicated designs for my clothes. I blame my mother."
Luna looks up from her sketchbook, pausing with her hand in mid-air. "What does your mother have to do with it?"
"She's the one who introduced me to it. Every week she would buy me more materials no matter what, it would drive my father mad." She answers smiling fondly, her hands steady even as the carriage jostles.
"Ah- now your father sporting a sour face each time your mother would come home from the market makes sense," Amaryllis says, flipping the pages in her book absentmindedly. Nova holds back a snicker, looking over at her,
"What did you think it was?"
"Not sure, until now I honestly thought it was because of me coming in to drag you outside to play in the mud- he always scolded us for it." Nova laughs this time.
"Maybe it was a secondary reason, he always let out a big sigh whenever you were announced- mother would laugh, telling him to hush." Another flip of a page and the scratching of a pencil against paper. Lucy leans out the window slightly, then immediately reels back, eyes wide, face red.
"What was that?" Luna asks, tucking her pencil into her sketchbook, and then placing it next to her gently. "What was what?" Lucy asks, turning away from the window completely. Nova and Amaryllis share a look, grinning before lunging at the other window.
"Correction- the question is actually- WHO- was that? It appears like our little Lucy got struck by Cupid's arrow." Amaryllis teases, pulling away and sitting back down.
"Who's the lucky man?" Luna questions elbowing Lucy, who was busy looking for her fan. "I do believe it's a certain Royal Guard and best friend of our beloved Prince Cyrus. He's riding his horse right next to the carriage" Nova says waving at him before sitting back down and nudging Lucy with the tip of her shoe.
"I have no idea what you're all on about, I'm merely looking for my fan as it's practically a firepit out there." She says still looking.
A knock on the window makes Amaryllis smirk at Lucy, who is still trying to "locate her fan" and pulling the curtain back to speak to Peter.
"Hello Peter, is something wrong?"
Peter pushes his wavy black hair away from his face, the sweat from the heat making it stick. Glancing at Lucy, he speaks quietly.
"My Lady." He nods, "Nothing is wrong, we're almost there, I just thought I should check on you all."
Nova shoots Lucy a smirk, which is ignored as Lucy hastily pulls out her fan, covering her face as she looks away.
"All of us Peter, or is that just an excuse?" Nova teases, earning a pink-faced stare.
"My Lady?" He questions sheepishly, looking between all of them.
Amaryllis shoos Nova away, the girl chuckling as she sits back, resuming her embroidery.
"Please excuse Lady Nova- she hit her head getting in earlier, and don't worry we are all fine. How far are we?"
