The shopkeeper lit up as Bluebird entered the bakery. Even with her hood drawn up, there were some people she couldn't hide from, and the kindly faerin who had allowed her to perform outside her shop was one of them.
"Ah, if it isn't little Bluebird! It's been a while!"
Bluebird smiled weakly as she nodded. Being called "little" plucked dissonant chords in her soul, but the baker meant well. So rather than speak up, she walked up to the counter to peruse the daily variety. Fresh loaves, sweet pastries, savory pies... this little bakery had become one of her favorite places from the beginning.
The baker hummed to herself as Bluebird pointed out her choices with an outstretched finger. "Ah, those are good choices! Let me get those bagged up for you."
Bluebird nodded, rocking back and forth slightly as she waited. It was... tense, being in a place where people knew her. Because the people that knew her knew her for her songs, and inevitably...
"So, Bluebird... do you plan to sing for us today? People have been missing your little performances..."
She froze a moment, wings folded tight beneath her hood, and then shook her head. She pointed to her throat and mimed a cough, a motion that seemed to say everything.
"Oh, your voice is gone? A shame... here, let me get you some tea as well, then! My treat!"
Bluebird nodded awkwardly as the faerin disappeared behind the counter. The baker meant well, she knew, and it was... simpler, to let her think she was simply suffering from a sore throat. It was easier than speaking the truth- that it was not sickness that had taken her voice from her.
It was fear.
@Crimson Ruby
"Ah, if it isn't little Bluebird! It's been a while!"
Bluebird smiled weakly as she nodded. Being called "little" plucked dissonant chords in her soul, but the baker meant well. So rather than speak up, she walked up to the counter to peruse the daily variety. Fresh loaves, sweet pastries, savory pies... this little bakery had become one of her favorite places from the beginning.
The baker hummed to herself as Bluebird pointed out her choices with an outstretched finger. "Ah, those are good choices! Let me get those bagged up for you."
Bluebird nodded, rocking back and forth slightly as she waited. It was... tense, being in a place where people knew her. Because the people that knew her knew her for her songs, and inevitably...
"So, Bluebird... do you plan to sing for us today? People have been missing your little performances..."
She froze a moment, wings folded tight beneath her hood, and then shook her head. She pointed to her throat and mimed a cough, a motion that seemed to say everything.
"Oh, your voice is gone? A shame... here, let me get you some tea as well, then! My treat!"
Bluebird nodded awkwardly as the faerin disappeared behind the counter. The baker meant well, she knew, and it was... simpler, to let her think she was simply suffering from a sore throat. It was easier than speaking the truth- that it was not sickness that had taken her voice from her.
It was fear.
@Crimson Ruby
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