The main street of the City of Genova was bustling with people ranging from the knights with their magnificent swords and beautifully decorated shields, to the Genovesans with their purple cloaks and purple hats with a large feather, to the farmers buying up the needed food for their cattle and selling their produce, to the shop-keepers trying to advertise their shops.
The main street was paved in dark red stones, the buildings on this street all made of extremely smooth stone, with the wooden belches sticking out at the locations of the second floors, something that every house had here, and the houses were all a soft earthy brown. Now due to the upcoming festivities there were purple banners with suns spanned all across the streets in a zigzag pattern.
The main street had also smartly been placed so that it was always in the sun, one end being placed on the west and the other in a straight line on the east. So that the sun would always rise on one side of the street and then go up and over the street and set on the other side.
In sharp contrast to this, the smaller streets and alleys growing off the main street were almost always in the shadow, except at around midday, when the sun was high in the sky. It was probably also due to the two and sometimes even three story houses all cast quite long shadows. The houses here were all painted in the most colorful colors, ranging from a deep pink to a sky blue to a blood red.
The small alleys as opposed to the colorful banners of the main street had washing hung on lines in zigzag patterns across, attached from roof to roof. Also these houses had wooden belches sticking out.
Almost all the people had gathered on the market place, trying to bargain the price of good down to something they could agree on. Gathering everything they needed for the following week.
Amongst this throng of people, a young woman was trying to fight her way towards the smith and his shop. Her red hair was up in a messy bun, with her left bang out and sweetly framing her pretty face. Her green eyes were scanning the people trying to find the easiest way through; as she pushed her way between two people her green dress stuck itself to a bucket. A small ripping sound was heard as both the owner of the bucket and the wearer of the dress pulled at their part.
The lady sighed in frustration, but hurriedly pushed through the now thinning crowd, and to the edge of the mass of people. As she stumbled out she cast a look at the damage of her dress, she gave a small groan as she saw that the dress was ripped from her knee all the way down to the ground.
She made a mental note to herself to check the seamstress for some green thread later on so that she could sow the dress back to its original state. She didn't have long to ponder the tug this would give to her purse since she had now arrived at the smithy.
"Hullo Evanlyn." The booming voice of the master smith sounded.
-VERY IMPORTANT-
Evanlyn IS a character, and NO it is not only Cassandra's undercover name. PLEASE get you facts right before you tell me I'm wrong.
2nd Evanlyn has no surname set, so I made something up….. There is not much known about her so I made most of that up as well. IF you use some of the facts I made up or PART of my storyline ask for my stamp of approval first. Because frankly; I DO NOT TOLERATE stealing.
Now please take two or three second to tell me if it was GOOD or BAD or anything really… Because frankly I review EVERY SINGLE story I read because, I want people to do that to me as well.
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