Behind it's walls, the grand bazaar...
Who: Mana, OPEN
When: Afternoon of May 27th
Where: Bookstore
What: Mana is wandering about~ Open log for anyone who's bored.
Rating: G for now, will change if needed
Mana wandered up and down the isles of the bookstore, still fascinated by the entire place. There was so much here! Sure, she was used to the bazaars and markets of her home country, but they didn't have the same things. There were tons of items she'd never seen before here. She was really enjoying herself just browsing.
She'd decided to buy some new clothes; Atem had directed her to Mai who'd taught her what was normal wear and what she should get some of and then Mana had gone to shop by herself, mostly because she knew she'd get distracted and didn't want to drag the blond woman all over the store.
So there she was; she still hadn't made it to the clothing isles, busy looking at some sculptures for decorating her room. Tapping her staff idly against her shoulder, she picked up a little porcelain flower, turning it around in her hand and considering whether she wanted it it or not.
When: Afternoon of May 27th
Where: Bookstore
What: Mana is wandering about~ Open log for anyone who's bored.
Rating: G for now, will change if needed
Mana wandered up and down the isles of the bookstore, still fascinated by the entire place. There was so much here! Sure, she was used to the bazaars and markets of her home country, but they didn't have the same things. There were tons of items she'd never seen before here. She was really enjoying herself just browsing.
She'd decided to buy some new clothes; Atem had directed her to Mai who'd taught her what was normal wear and what she should get some of and then Mana had gone to shop by herself, mostly because she knew she'd get distracted and didn't want to drag the blond woman all over the store.
So there she was; she still hadn't made it to the clothing isles, busy looking at some sculptures for decorating her room. Tapping her staff idly against her shoulder, she picked up a little porcelain flower, turning it around in her hand and considering whether she wanted it it or not.