...The merchant's daughter tied her yellow scarf around her head before the market opened, marking herself as authorized to negotiate deals on her father's behalf. She was nineteen and barely trusted, but the color gave her standing. When other merchants saw yellow, they saw the family's interests represented. By season's end, she'd be able to afford her own dyes, her own mark. But for now, yellow was her apprenticeship made visible.
A healer traveled the smaller towns wearing yellow, a choice that made her instantly recognizable in any village she entered. Mothers knew to call for the yellow-dressed woman when fever struck children. The dye had become, in itself, a kind of medicine, a promise that someone trained and practiced was present and available. She'd worn yellow for so long that she barely remembered dressing in anything else.
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