~100 years ago, western city, Andreia~
It was early-in the morning. The chirping of the birds echoed through out the city, and the sound of the soft, cold breeze that blew by was overshadowed by the loud murmuring of the people that had gathered at the market square.
Eleanor drew in a breath of the market air, taking a long whiff of the intoxicating fragrance that spread around from all the delicious street meals that were being prepared. She wore a dark brown dress that extended only a little bellow her knees, and a red cloak to protect her from the early morning cold.
She also held two baskets, one containing a large amount of bread, and the other containing ingredients for cooking.
"Thank you sir," Steven, who stood behind her in front of a fruit shop, said to the fruit se
