An entire day of roaming, lost. Veeri, a teenager, was a local baked goods merchant, and that meant that on market day, Veeri was to help in the shop, rather than go with friends or go tease the royal stablehands. The sea of customers had ebbed, leaving them out of pasties (besides the one she'd saved for herself in the back), low on pinwheels, and with a surplus of breads and other sugar-filled treats to sell before sundown. Otherwise, they'd be on markdown in the morning and she'd probably be scolded for poor salesmanship. The girl had her red hair up off her neck in a twist, held there by green ribbon. Her dress was a soft green, though there was dust on the hem making it an odd shade of beige. Her pale face was tinged pink with the beginnings of a sunburn, and the summer sun just continued to beat down on her. It was hot and she was bored, to say the least, and her needlework was lying on the edge of the table untouched.