Ronan was dressed in robes and a dress cobbled together with rags, which had a quilt like appearance, and despite looking poor she wasn't stupid, and she knew how to spot a lie a mile away. This woman had obviously never seen either of them in her life. Her grey stormy hues turned to her daughter, "Oh ye are sure hmm?" It was a rhetorical question, and following it there was a quick flick behind the ear, "Don' be liein to me lass, and don' go makin ah fool of me." She snapped. She was still mad about yesterday, slamming doors, running off. The nerve of this child! It was as though she thought she was bloody invincible!
Her face was beginning to reddin as the rage was coming back, finally though she managed to steady herself with a breath and looked to the woman, "Oh we were just browsin is all, sorry to disturb ye miss, me daughter seems to have been followin her imagination. Come on Alina, we are goin home, it's late." She knew an offer like that was too good to be true, 2 galleons a week, to an 11 year old no less!