Laidan walked towards the market, where her Mother and younger Sister worked. They sold fruits, and their tapestry's along the road-side with the other merchants. "Hello, Mother." Laidan said, emptying her berries in the basket which held them. "Laidan, where have you been?" Her Mother snapped. "I've been picking berries Mother." "Oh really? Why did it take you so long?" "Well, I got a little side-tracked Mother...." "A-huh, of course. Laidan, you are 19 years old now, what will your Father say when he finds out you've been day-dreaming when you were supposed to be working?" "He'll probably scold me Mother. I have to go, farewell!" Laidan said, pecking her Mother on the cheek then walking off.