A Busy Street

Morrigan played her music and danced around her fathers goods wagon, trying to attract in suspecting to the cart and get a bit of profit off them.

"Come one come all ladies and gentleman, we have the best prices this side of Alrania.." she called out to the sea of people going about there business.

A unfortunate woman in fancy dress that made her look like a court jester walked past the cart of goods in huff of disapproval. Morrigan smirked and swiftly slipped her hand on the woman's dress, pulling off a string of jewels. "Are you sure you won't get anything My lady?" She asked as a distraction. The woman huffed and walked off non the wiser as Morrigan put her string of precious jewels in her bag..

Smirking Morrigan bowed, "have a Lovely Day Ma'ma" she said before going back to her fathers cart.. "Come one come all and what the fates may be saving for you here"

Hearing the lovely music and cheerful voice, Sister Eenra carefully made her way toward the sounds.
"What do you sell?" she asked softly, her stick gently tapping against the cart to be certain she hadn't gone either too far or too short. Although she couldn't see the young woman; she was able to gather from what she'd heard that youth, joy and no doubt beauty were the caller's image.

"Careful, Sister." a young boy murmured. She placed his voice as that of young Timothy, the butcher's son and turned slightly in his direction, curious as to why he'd warned her. "The horses, Sister Eenra." he continued.

"Oh thank you. I will be careful." she assured him.

Morrigan turned and saw what appeared to be a Sister from the cities church.. "What have we here?...." then she noted the woman could not see...

"We sell trinkets, fortunes, pets and whatever the fates allow Sister" She said with a smile as she dance up to the woman.

She thought for a moment, "perhaps a song bird would interest you?" she said taking a small bird out of its cage. Letting the song bird rest on her finger the bird chirped and whistled...

Timothy gasped as he stared at the bird.
"Oh, Sister, isn't it beautiful?!" he murmured, listening to its chirping music and admiring the simple colouration.

Nodding, Sister Eenra fished the last two coins she had from that morning's trip amongst the beggars from her habit's deep pocket.
"How must would you sell the bird for?" she asked. Timothy's eyes lit up, knowing the nun would never buy such a pet for herself. "And what is your name, may I ask?" she continued, smiling softly.

Morrigan raised an eye at the Sister and then down to the boy who seemed quite taken with the bird in her hand.

"I supose I could part with this bird for two Pieces..." she said, in truth there was no set price, they were to sell the items for as high a price a they could get... even if sometimes the buyer didn't know... The sister however, she certianly not made of money there for not worth the effort to steel from.

Morrigan blinked as she put the bird back in it's cage, Her name?

No one had asked her name before, unless they were a man looking to bring her to bed and has the decency to ask her name first.

"You may call me Morrigan if you wish sister." she said before concidering something.

"I have told you mine, now what is your name? I don't think I can take only calling you "sister" much longer" she said quickly. She would much rather call some by there name then by title.

"Titles make things rather dull, a name brings life to a face " she said as her only explation as to why he want to hear her name.