"Remove your hand or I'll cut it off." The baker threatens turning her knife on Pyrus, the same man who's been after her goods for weeks. He thought that he could be sly, to swipe before the baker even turned around...he was wrong. Now, the two lock eyes, the baker meaning business with her eyes narrowed and serious while Pyrus gleefully opposes her as his stomach rumbles right on cue.
"Such hostility from such a normally tiny, timid being." Pyrus keeps still, still touching the fresh loaf. The only muscle he seems to move are the ones that allow his lips to quirk up.
The traveler was testing the baker. He wore the average dark clothes of an average man around town, yet his belt and the edges of his cloak were gold- only citadels far away had gold. Travelers often came to the island to visit, she is told it is the only place where the forest is vast with violet-trunked trees. She assumes that's what a fool like him would be here to see.
She narrows her eyes more and tightens her grip on the sharp, serrated, silver bread knife. "Do not challenge me." She inches her knife towards his tanned, veiny hand still on the loaf, "You're already going to lose a hand, do you want to lose a tongue too?"
Pyrus lets out a laugh similar to the chime of bells, he knows exactly what he is doing and he's actually quite surprised that it hasn't worked by now. Normally, ladies would trip over themselves to give him what he desires. Not this lady. It is in a swift movement that the back of Pyrus's hand is cut open. Red blood slowly oozing out- warmth spreads over his skin. The silver gleams from the sunlight and reflects it through the well ventilated shop as the baker stares in satisfaction as she watches the fool's reaction. The shop has a simple layout; a brick oven covered the back wall and in the middle a large table was placed. It was the baker's workshop. With the flour covering most of the space and the smell of the fresh loaves, it wasn't hard to tell she had been up early and spent many hours here today, yet it was only lunch time.
Pyrus backs up and his eyes widen as he inspects his hand with the knife lodged in it. He looks up at the woman across from him. "How-I-So fast-I-" Pyrus stumbles with his words.
"I warned you, traveler." She scowls and continues on, grabbing the loaf he had his eyes on and the others that sat beside it. She grabs a clean knife from her brand new set that she had bought earlier this week from the market and starts to cut the bread as she was doing prior to the interruption.
"That was cute," Pyrus tilts his head and only winces slightly, too slightly for her to notice, as he pulls the knife from his hand and slams it down on the table akin to her favorite cutting board, "but that didn't hurt. I'll be back again tomorrow."
"Hmph. Mhm. We'll see about that after another week of me divvying up your hand. We both know that your other is out of service." Her smile doesn't reach her eyes as she continues to do her days work of being the village baker. Unphased, she lifts a new heavy bag of flour from a shelf and drops it onto the table.
Pyrus did not stand the slightest chance, yet for weeks he's been lingering around the simple baker that most don't even bother thinking twice about. He was lucky that he planned to vex the baker when her Wolpertinger wasn't there, Max would not take kindly to him.
You see normally, the baker was a spring breeze and the fluffy, flying rabbit with antlers and fangs was her sidekick. The baker's light brown pixie cut could fool you into thinking she was merely an elfin boy, that is of course, until you saw her ears and the curves put on by munching on her own creations. She strolls through the various purples of the forest with one quiet step after another, she easily walks among the herds of deer and they never see her coming or if they do they just ignored her. At night she returns to her hut in the treetops, among the rest of the huts for village residence. They were all lit by candles and connected by wooden bridges with her bakery laid below with the rest of the shops. In her cozy hut, she tends to her grandmother, the former town baker and the one who has taught her everything she knows.
