OoC:
Bęthberry, I am extremely sorry. Seeing that this was sort of a long-term 'argument', I thought that maybe Perky had your permission to do the whole rant thing. I am willing to edit this post as you see fit.
IC:
Dela smiled and hugged the book close to her chest, jumping into the booth and swinging her legs beneath the table. She smiled to her mother and started fingering through pages, looking at all of the pictures and maps. "But where are we suppost to sit? You can't just let people take up space with books!" Suddenly, a scream was heard and the Inn door slammed.
Reya felt her daughter scrambling at the foot of her brown skirt beneath the table, and then all of a sudden had a girl sitting in her lap. "Mommy, why's ever'one gotta be so mean ta Mister Caraedry? He gave me this purty book, an' he's really nice!" Dela ran her pudgy fingers absent-mindedly through her mother's dishwater blonde hair. "I dunno why people don' like books!" Reya shrugged and watched sadly as Caraedry stomped out of the door.
The young girl had an utter fascination toward books. No, she could not read the History of Middle-Earth (or anything with more than five words on a page, for that matter), but she loved to sit near the fire or under a tree and look at the pictures and practice new words. "Mommy? Can I go outside and see what's the matter with Mister Caraedry? I promise I'll be real quick an' I won't let anyone 'nap me," she looked to Reya with bright brown eyes, which painfully reminded her of Selinor. "Please? Please Mommy? Or... you could come too if'n ya want to..." The girl hopped from her mother's lap and kept begging to find the bookseller.
"All right. Come on Delaynn. I'll stand inside and make sure everything's okay from the window," Reya stood as well and lead her daughter to the window.
Dela grinned wide and pushed the large door with all of her might. She saw Caraedy standing a few feet from the Inn, muttering angrily to himself. She had never seen the usually-friendly man so angry. "Mis... Mister Caraedry? Is everything... okay? I'm really sorry that Bęthberry won' letcha put your books on the table...," She stood behind the man, waiting for a hopefully-calm answer.