Walking into Scrivenshaft’s gave Saffron the peace of mind that little else did; everything was quiet in there. Sure, people bustled around and asked questions, but the constant background noise consisted mostly of clinking glass bottles, the rustling of crisp parchment and maybe the errant sneeze as someone (not Saffy, nope) stood a little too close to the feathered ends of the quills. She took her time perusing the aisles, looking at the ink bottles and also eyeing a particularly gorgeous gold and tortoise shell quill and pen set that was entirely too expensive for her to justify a splurge. After wistfully turning the stylus over in her hand, Saffron put it back and got on with plucking an eraser and basic black ink before heading to the counter. Placing an order for the bulk quantity of ink, Saffron gave the address of the print shop to the new shop girl and exited with her purchases.
She was entirely too focused on making her way to the Ivy Leaf to notice anyone else lingering outside the store. With another satisfied sigh, she put the ink and eraser in her satchel and waited for a horse and buggy to pass by before crossing the street.
Approaching the Ivy Leaf Bakery, she hurried up to the window, almost pressing her nose to the glass to see what new creations Miss Tuttle might have dreamed up before eagerly entering the shop and chirping a hello to Miss Edgecombe who was at the till. She commented on the state of the cakes in the window, delighting in the gold, sparkling foil effect Miss Tuttle had managed to add to the cake’s surface before asking after Miss Edgecombe herself and chatting for a few minutes.
Once she’d noticed the line had built up, Saffy said her apologies for taking up so much time and asked for an apple tartlet.
Miss Edgecombe observed how it wasn’t her usual order that she got, to which Saffron replied she was attempting to stretch her horizons a little bit. The two shared a laugh before the managing witch took Saffron’s payment and gave her change. Feeling generous, Saffron shook her head, indicating that Miss Edgecombe keep the change and she turned to leave as she said her goodbyes again. This time, however she bumped into someone and immediately skittered to the side. “Oh, I beg your pardon, I wasn’t watching where I was going!” She offered hastily.
She was entirely too focused on making her way to the Ivy Leaf to notice anyone else lingering outside the store. With another satisfied sigh, she put the ink and eraser in her satchel and waited for a horse and buggy to pass by before crossing the street.
Approaching the Ivy Leaf Bakery, she hurried up to the window, almost pressing her nose to the glass to see what new creations Miss Tuttle might have dreamed up before eagerly entering the shop and chirping a hello to Miss Edgecombe who was at the till. She commented on the state of the cakes in the window, delighting in the gold, sparkling foil effect Miss Tuttle had managed to add to the cake’s surface before asking after Miss Edgecombe herself and chatting for a few minutes.
Once she’d noticed the line had built up, Saffy said her apologies for taking up so much time and asked for an apple tartlet.
Miss Edgecombe observed how it wasn’t her usual order that she got, to which Saffron replied she was attempting to stretch her horizons a little bit. The two shared a laugh before the managing witch took Saffron’s payment and gave her change. Feeling generous, Saffron shook her head, indicating that Miss Edgecombe keep the change and she turned to leave as she said her goodbyes again. This time, however she bumped into someone and immediately skittered to the side. “Oh, I beg your pardon, I wasn’t watching where I was going!” She offered hastily.