Yes I know Artemis would never go to a farmer market but lets say he did.
Artemis walked with shopping bags on the sand blasted road. He made it to the farmer's market. An amazing feat, considering the wind, the more amazing part was the vendors refused to close and somehow keep the tarp over goods. He walked in till he came to the bread booth. The man with salt and pepper hair look around. Artemis raised an eyebrow at the odd behavior
"No bodyguard today?" The man asked still looking around. Artemis backed up slowly. I'm starting to wish I had brought Butler. Artemis thought.
"Can just have the cinnamon bread, Sir?" The man shrugged and wrapped it for him. Artemis continued to walk past a glass blower's booth. One that looked like a pair of wings caught his eye. He walked over to the woman with dazzling blue eyes and blond hair in a pony tail. She smiled at him,
"How may I help you, Sir?" She asked. Artemis pointed to the pair of little white wings on a black string. She smiled again.
"Oh that one! That one took for ever! Say, you don't look like your from here. I should tell all about things here!" She did and Artemis kept pointing at the pair of wings. She continued to tell him about her job, why she likes her job, how much her jobs pays, where she lived, why she came to the Ireland, how business was, and why he was wear a suit. Then a man walked by, he wore a shirt that a small turtles on it.
"Sir, sir!" She called to him, "I have a tur-tle just for that shirt!" She put stress on the tur. He walked over asking if she had ever been to Hawaii. She smiled,
"That's why I started making the tur-tles!" Artemis sighed. It was going to be a long day. At long last she asked if he wanted to buy it. He handed her the money.
A almost heavenly smell was the one thing that kept Artemis from leaving. A heavy combination of lavender, rose petals, and warm bathwater. The smell almost lifted him off his feet. I must have that, Artemis thought following his pale little nose. He stopped in front of a booth that sold, homemade soap, bath-salts, and perfume. A smiling woman greeted him. "Good afternoon."
He pointed to a small bar of red soap shaped as a rose. "May I have that?"
The woman nodded and Artemis breathed out, maybe this was the one sane person here. She picked up the bar of soap. "This one?"He nodded and she threw it behind her and said, "Sorry, sold out."
Artemis threw his hands up in the air. "You know what? You are crazy." He spun around, flinging his hands every way. "You are all crazy! I am the only sane person-"
The pale youth was cut off by a hand on his shoulder. "Sir, I think you need to leave." Artemis turned around to see an officer pointing at the road Artemis came on.
Artemis threw his hands up again and stormed away.
