atlas sat on horseback as he travelled down the long path to town, reyan following close behind on another horse. reyan was one of his field hands- a younger boy, around seventeen. atlas was fond of him. he was very good at his job, and he didn't complain much. many of the maids mothered him, since he was an orphan. "don't go too far, reyan. we won't be here long." he murmured.

"of course, mr. airaldii." reyan tugged the reins on his horse, continuing down the main road as atlas turned to another one.

he pulled his hood down as he entered one of the shops off of the side roads, his inky black hair falling loosely around his face in a slight disarray of curls. he came here often- it was just a little market. he liked to pick things up from time to time. he tugged off his gloves as he went to look at the little jars of honey and wildberry spreads. he didn't usually love sweet things, but these ones were good. not too strong. not too sugary. he liked them. he tore his gaze away to look at some more options, indecisive.