Date: 2007-08-11 03:48 am (UTC)
The man sighs once, heavily, and looks ahead - and the motion is nearly enough of an answer in and of itself.

He pauses for a while, as if remembering, and when he answers he answers as honestly as he can manage - speaking slowly of the strange magic of the Market, and the even stranger magic of a girl with dark eyes and a bewitching smile.

The words come easily, faraway like some some fantastical tale meant for bedtimes and storybooks. But simple. A love story.
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