Sloane Square- Saturday Farmer's Market

Posted Sept. 29, 2022, 12:02 p.m. by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) (Lindsay B)

Before the planetary shield was in place and the colony existed under the first dome, Sloan Square was dead centre. Open, park-like, it was the place from which the administration of the colony circled around. Eela had observed when she first arrived that if you did administration, or worked at the hospital or the new university, you would pass through or close to the square on a pretty regular basis, and thus she saw it as the heart of the public spaces. There were plenty of places to sit, including grassy areas, all nestled amongst water features and planters full of plants and flowers.

One of the larger spaces allowed for the market to be erected every Saturday (just as Tenkiller had said), and the wide variety of vendors sold everything from produce to gourmet food items, to arts and crafts, and, as Fayth had pointed out, plants as well. There were also food stalls and as Eela stepped out of the slider with her new detail in place, she took in the medley of sights, smells and sounds. It was fantastic.

A part of her would just like to be just a woman going about some shopping but the reality was that even now dressed casually in stretch blue slacks and a loose boatneck sweater in black, she was still the Lieutenant Governor and people would still expect her to be that even if she were more approachable. Still, that didn’t preclude her from having downtime or a personal life and so she was intent on making the most of this precious time she had available to her.

Looking about, her mind settled on the one familiar presence and she grinned as she stepped towards Sharah, a bag with more cloth bags draped over the crook of her arm. She might not be moving energetically today, but she was sans cane and walking smoothly. “Morning,” she greeted warmly.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

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