Authors Note: OMG this is hard to write lol. On to the next chapter! Also, thank you to my very first reviewer Clara Spencer! I know its predictable now but it's about to get a whole lot more interesting.
Genre and her family had lived in their new cottage home for about a week, during that entire time the family was so busy unpacking that they had never once ventured into town. The end of the week approached however and it was time for the family's first trip to market. Luxure and Paresse declined the offer to go, both with the same reason;
"We have no money to spend!" the both whined as their father looked at them disapprovingly.
"Now, now girls, it doesn't mean you cannot have a good time."
"We won't go!" They both screeched. Their father sighed and bid them goodbye shutting the cottage door behind him. It was times like this that he really wished his wife were alive. She always knew what to do in these kinds of situations. He shrugged his shoulders and went to help Genre hitch up their horse and buggy and then they drove into town.
The town was not what they expected. Not at all. It was not like the quaint little towns one reads about in fairy tales, far from it, everything seemed . . . gray. That was the only word Genre could think of as they rode into town. Everything, even the colors of the plants were just bland. Even the sky, which above the families little cottage was bright and blue, was filled with gray clouds, not quite threatening rain, but not quite safe from the occasional drop. The few people they did see were quick to hide themselves in a shop or house.
"Not quite trusting of strangers are they." Genre muttered dryly. Her father chuckled quietly. They stopped in the center of town and tied up their horse. Genre and her father both agreed to meet back at the town square in 2 hours, it gave Genre enough time to find what she needed, and her father enough time to look for some part time work until the growing season.
Genre got to work, going into any shop that had a window clearly signifying what it was, none of the shops had names on them, so it was hard to distinguish what was what. She went into the bakery, the apothecary, the general store and finally the butchers. The butcher assessed her; he took in her once fine clothes, seeing the patches and tatters and seemed to make his own conclusions. Genre by now was starting to get a little annoyed, this was the fourth shopkeeper to do this, and after the second shopkeeper, she gave up asking them not to, in her words (though by no means the words she actually said to them as she was too well bred for that) "Judge her like a piece of meat or a prized horse." Finally the quick tempo tapping of her foot alerted the man that he was staring and he quickly put his head down and asked for her order. After leaving the butchers she sighed in relief, she was now done with shopping and preceded to head back to the buggy. Or at least, that was her plan until she heard music coming from the tavern across the street, it peeked her curiosity. Maybe this town wasn't as dreary as it looked?