Who: Galatea |
visionblessing & Badou |
flamingun; closed
When: A DAY. Afternoon-ish?
Where: Market
Format: Kicking it off paragraph, but either is fine with me.
What: Running into people while shopping. IT'S GOING TO BE AWESOME.
Warnings: None that I can think of. I guess potential language?
Galatea walked with ease through the crowded streets, groups parting as she walked past. A combination of factors, she suspected; a nun was not a figure entirely unrecognised, and one such as herself was all the more unusual. She kept her yoki most under control, out of habit, but there was some inherently unnerving quality of her kind that seemed to linger nonetheless, at times.
That was no great concern, however. Rather more pressing than crowd mechanics was her need for shampoo, conditioner - simple things, really. There were some problems with blindness that yoki reading could not accommodate for, and this was one of them. Her mouth tilted into a slight frown, and she turned to the nearest person-- one that, rather unfortunately, smelled of smoke.
Still, she persevered. "I'm sorry to bother you," Galatea said evenly, "but might I be able to trouble you for some assistance?"
Hopefully the individual in question would comply. She'd rather not be forced to ask repeatedly.