Chapter 150: Encounter Towards The Library
"Your flowers are as beautiful as you are kind." Salviana said loudly drawing attention.
The shopkeeper beamed, and Salviana continued toward the fabric stalls. Jean kept close, her eyes darting between the stalls and the curious onlookers who whispered behind their hands.
They were going embroidery hunting.
They stopped first at a merchant specializing in fine threads and needles. The stall was overflowing with spools of silk in every imaginable color, glinting like jewels in the sunlight. Salviana’s eyes widened with delight.
"These are perfect," she murmured, picking up a spool of deep crimson silk. "Jean, what do you think? Should I get the matching gold thread for accents?"
Jean crossed her arms, feigning disinterest. "If you’re planning to embroider a royal crest, perhaps. But I’d suggest something simpler for a beginner."
The merchant, a wiry man with sharp eyes, chuckled. "The lady has a good point. Might I recommend this starter set?" He handed Salviana a small box filled with threads in soft pastels, along with a beginner’s guide to embroidery.
Salviana nodded appreciatively. "This will do. But I’ll still take the crimson and gold."
Jean rolled her eyes, though a faint smile tugged at her lips. "You’re hopeless."
Next, they visited a stall selling embroidery hoops and fabric. Salviana examined the selection carefully, choosing a sturdy wooden hoop and several swatches of fine linen.
The merchant included a small pair of golden scissors shaped like a bird, which Salviana held up in delight.