She had had a unusually good day. No stares, no whispers, no snide remarks. Even the weather seemed to be putting up with her, the cool breeze and few clouds letting plenty of sunlight shine down. Still, even though it was nice out, the whirr of machines, and the subtle scent of steam drifted through her ears and nose, the sight of bronze and steel glimmering in her eyes. The village had changed since she was little, and from what her parents had told her before they died, and what her aunt and uncle told her now, things had changed much much more.
While some of the older members of the village... or rather empire... while they felt like relics due to their old ways, and old skills, she... she knew she was, he special gift a relic handed down over a hundred years to her, from a time that most people simply relegated to fairy tales and fiction. Still, she knew it was real, and she struggled with it at every turn.
Slowly, Osen made her way to the market, her spirits high, even though she knew that this place, where people walked with their noses high in the air and their minds on their own lives, was the most common place of her little incidents. She had never made a successful trip to the market without raging out at someone or running away to shed tears in secrecy. Still, she had to do I, she had to go, otherwise she would starve.
"Whatever you need, we have it! Whatever you want, we can get it!"
A man dressed rather peculiarly stood outside of a stand near the edge of the market, yelling at teh top o his lungs at passerby. It was odd since there were many shops around, but not uncommon, and a few people had gathered around. One person in particular, a large man, was blocking the very front where she needed to be to even get a glimpse of what he had.
"Excuse me... Can you move... you're blocking my way."
her tone was probably rude, but she didn't know any better or care really, she just wanted to see what was going on.