Soon Quinn dismounted from his black stallion and knotted his reins to a pole. Caden followed his brother’s actions, then hopped up the wooden steps into the shop. As they pushed open the door, a bell rang, signaling that they had arrived. Caden tried to hide his face by pulling up his cloak. She couldn’t notice him. He’d dressed nicely and slicked back his hair so he looked somewhat different from his ragged old self, but he didn’t plan on the disguise working. This morning it had to fool his father and his brother he wasn’t trying to change his identity and, right now, it had to alter his identity from the lady working at the shop. Most likely it wouldn’t work, but Caden still had to try. Quinn weighed a brightly colored tomato in his left hand and another in his right. Each was plump and ripe. Then with a scowl imprinted upon his face, Quinn laid down the fruit in his left hand and kept the other. The man searched down all the carts in the shop, from apples to yams. The whole time +How does this sound?
I thought it sounded very good. You have a really good way with describing both people and objects ( I liked the %26quot;ragged old self%26quot;!). Also your description of the mud, as it %26quot;bubbled and sucked%26quot; around Quinn's boots was nice, too. Keep at it, definitely, and don't throw it away! :-)How does this sound?
i think it sounds great, don't throw it away.
