It was a sunny afternoon, the shade of the market just enough to keep the patrons cool. Astrasol was sitting outside of shop well known for their juice, an escape for the young Belreans who loved to sit in the shadows and gossip about everyone who passed by. Usually, Astrasol would be here surrounded by her entourage, sipping slowly at her drink as they whispered and giggled at their unfortunate victims. Today, she was alone.
And thank god, sometimes the tittering of the girls around her was just too much. She appreciated the value they brought, but it was hard to tolerate the giggling or when the girls would go down the track of appreciating the young men returning from work. Especially the shirtless Belrean boys.
Gosh it was exhausting just thinking about it.
Painted Moose
