Talan wiped the dust from his hands after putting the glasses away, but they were still dirty from the box they had been in. Knowing how Froma felt with dirt in her kitchen, he sighed and washed them as best as he could in the trough for the horses.
He then entered the kitchen, which was filled with dirty pots and pans, dishes, forks and knives and all kinds of things that had been used for the party yesterday.
"What?" Froma asked, when Talan entered his domain.
"Er, do you be needin' any help?" He asked hesitantly, still a bit frightened of the cook though he had worked here for several days.
"No, I don't need any help, just to be alone. Get out of my kitchen!"
Talan almost leapt out of the kitchen, and for the second time nearly burst into Aylwen.
"Er, today is Farmer's Day, right?" he asked. She nodded, and looked at him, seeing there was more he wished to say.
"When you be going to town to buy, you'll take me with you, right? You see, I would be mighty glad to take a look of the town, but, you see, I am not to familiar with the city... And I guess you'll be wanting help with loadin' things on the cart, and such?"
Aylwen looked at him for a few seconds, and then guessed what it was; the poor boy was shy, and a bit scared of going to town alone without anyone he knew.
"Thank you Talan, your help shall be much appreciated. I will be sure to tell you when I go," she said gently, providing him with a way to go to market without feeling embarassed. Talan's face shone with joy as he said his thanks and walked along excited like a little boy.
[ July 12, 2003: Message edited by: Daniel Telcontar ]
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