A refresher [Cecilie Kjaransdóttir]

Being early in the morning, Tobias had a few supplies to get. Leaving his home for a short while. Walking towards the village…the very busy village that he liked to stay out of when he wanted to. There always had to be reasons for going. This time it was to get things to make for supper later and make sure that his horse was well fed. So, horse feed on that list and whatever else. Also, he was thinking of getting new boots his was wearing out a little.

Walking into the village of Skagen. Tobias’ eyes went to scan around the busy spots. Moving passed a few people that were getting some wheat. Nodding a few times when people had noticed him. He had performed here a few days ago. A good turnout if he said so himself. One that he did not think would draw a crowd and he was wrong. Thinking of performing again in two days’ time. Just had to make sure he had some good new pieces to work with.

To him it was never good to perform music that people have already heard. Since if he were the audience and heard the same thing he’d get fed up and throw tomatoes. Speaking of tomatoes, he needed some of that for his stew.

Trying to make his way over to the vegetable stand. Almond eyes just trying to think what would look good. Some of the tomatoes were good others seemed to be going rotten. Placing some in a sack that he had with him.

Seeing some other vegetables that he needed and just went for it. They were at a fair price, which was rare these days. Keeping his head down and minding his own business. It was not too long before he accidentally bumped into someone.

Hoping he did not knock the someone over and looked over to see who it was, “I apologize,” he went to speak.

After checking in on Alvina first thing in the morning, Cecilie was slowly making her way through the village. She needed to pick up a few things for her parents, and it couldn’t hurt to grab something to go with dinner. They were probably having fish, but that was life when your brother was a fisherman. Fish had always been abundant even before Dómi had changed professions, so at least she knew a few different ways to dress it up and break up the monotony of eating fish for nearly every meal.

All of these trips into the market and center of the village usually lasted Cecilie far longer than they should have, but she was always hoping to spot a familiar face. A few conversations with the right people, and it could really get the word out that she was back, and available if anyone found themselves in need of a healer.

She was meant to be meeting one of Freyja’s sisters later that afternoon, and was pretty excited about that. She’d never taught anyone how to be a healer before, but she was optimistic. She always was. A bit lost in thought as she picked out some vegetables to go with dinner, and simultaneously tried to decide where to even start when it came to teaching someone with very little experience how to become a healer, Cecilie hadn’t been paying enough attention to her surroundings, and ended up bumping into someone she hadn’t even realized was beside her. “I’m so sorry!” she announced, at about the same time the other person, a man, also apologized.

Looking up at his face, Cecilie’s brow furrowed as she tried to place him. She was certain she knew him. “It was my fault, I wasn’t paying attention,” she answered, feeling badly for being too preoccupied. This wasn’t at all what she’d had in mind when she’d thought about spotting familiar faces in the village, but she wasn’t going to be picky about it either. “I know you, don’t I?” she asked before her eyes widened a bit at her own question. “I’m sorry, that was rude, wasn’t it? It was.” She was just going to stop talking now.