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 Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 7:39 pm
Moanna stretched slightly on a bench in Cyrus Square, resting her feet for a moment as they ached lightly from the day's activities. In her leather satchel held all the things she would need to continue caring for her darling cat, and a few things for herself. It normally wouldn't take so long for her to get her wares, but today was a very busy day in market and there were many new tradesmen who had come by, so naturally she visited every new stall and spent time going over what they had to offer before deciding whether or not she wanted to buy.
This practice tested some of the tradesman's patience and professionalism as she would look quite interested for some time and the aptly state she wasn't interested before walking away. She wouldn't notice that frustration and glares as she walked away, because she would have already had another booth in her sights to check out.
"Hopefully, mother isn't worried," She muttered to herself, rooting through her leather satchel at the purchases she had made.
She smiled when she found the collar for her cat, pulling it from the bag and inspecting it pleasantly. It was leather and had clasps on it that let you adjust the size of it to the animal, and on the outside of it where people could see was the name of her cat pressed into the leather with a light purple paint over top to highlight it. 'Sinister', his name was, and although Luthien found the naming of the cat odd and somewhat dark, Moanna thought it was a perfect name for the adorable creature.
"He will look so handsome with this on," She mused.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 8:13 pm
Huffing the ginger scent stopped for a moment, leaning over and clutching her stomach as she caught her breath. Remi needed money. Her family barely made it by as it was and what with her dream of opening a bakery guiding her she had been working hard to raise up enough funds to buy some meager items.
Her favorite little coffee shop had promised her they would buy some of her baked goods if she could pay for her own things, and so with that little opportunity lingering just ahead she had worked it overtime.
She was known around the little market as Neena's underling. Something that both caused her to be highly distrusted and other's welcomed her with open arms. She had been doing the odd jobs, running packages back and forth, keeping an eye on some of the newer competition in the area, talking up a customer or two to convince them to purchase a more costly item. Today she was a delivery girl. And she hurt all over thanks to it.
After a smiling face of her employer and the exchange of some cash she was ready to relax. People had been ridiculous today, and many of her usual business carts seemed peeved. She blamed the newbies who had decided to try and take over some spots that had been clearly claimed by some of the regulars. It hadn't gone over well.
Stretching she began to search for a spot to relax and maybe take her shoes off so her poor feet good get some air. Her little parcel bag hung loosely at her side, her money tucked into her outfit, a trick Neena taught her way back when. Finally she spotted her sweet salvation and was about to fling herself over it when she realized it already had an occupant. One she really would have recognized anywhere and one who she felt dread about crossing paths with again. "Moanna....."
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 8:33 pm
Moanna had just unsnapped the collar and began bringing it up to her neck to try on when she felt a familiar presence nearby. Not familiar in the sense that she knew the individual personally, but familiar in the sense that she knew what they were as she was one herself. Quickly indulging her curiosity, Moanna tried to see if the collar fit around her own neck before snapping it back together and putting it away as she looked up to notice the person looking intently at her.
She looked intently back at the woman for a few moments, studying her expression and her person. Bright red hair, very tanned skin and the smell of gingerbread emanated through the summer air. It reminded her of Ment and one other, although she forgot who that other was at the moment.
"Hello," She said plainly, still intently looking at the girl in the middle of the street, not entirely sure as to what else she should say to her since she asked no questions.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 8:50 pm
She has just sort of stopped and stared. Her one arm clutched onto her bag but the other hung loosely at her side. She knew her jaw would be hanging too if she wasn't nervously biting her lip. She had met Moanna only once. A long time ago and the memory appeared before her in flashes. The most prevalent part being the screams of people crying and running.
Gulping she licked her lips and looked away, only coming back to when she heard a polite, if indifferent hello. She slowly turned back, a hesitant smile on her face. It wasn't as if Moanna herself was at fault for being there when everything happened. It was just that Remi's stomach felt there was something to be avoided. Like the other Scent was some sort of jinx.
"May I.....sit? My feet are killing me." She had been so distracted with who she was talking to she had forgotten why she had been talking to her. The pain came right back to her and her feet ached like nothing else. That last run had been an actual run. She didn't know what had been inside the little package but it had been far too important to not leave today.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 9:02 am
Moanna didn't think much of Remi's question and instinctively scooted aside to give the other girl some room to sit. She didn't have any bad feelings about the other Scent, so she saw no need to deny her a place to sit. It'd be rude if she did so, and if there was one thing that was taught to her successfully as a child it was that one shouldn't be rude.
After a few minutes of silence, Moanna thought it pertinent to be sociable in some manner for the time they would spend together on the bench. She was still quite tired and had no desire to move just yet, especially with the journey home still looming.
"Do you think it's your shoes?" She asked randomly, looking down at the other woman's foot wear.
She could not fathom that such flat boots gave much support to the foot. And she couldn't detect the irony of the situation wherein she was asking someone if their shoes were the reason why their feet hurt when her own shoes were so high and also offered very little support. Perhaps if she didn't spend most of her time several inches in the air and spent more time on the ground like she did today, she would see this irony.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 11:16 pm
Seeing her move over the Gingerbread took a small gulp before deciding further pain to her feet were just not worth it and plopping next to a figure featured in quite a few nightmares. Nothing bad would happen from a chat. They'd probably just have some small talk. Talk about the weather, maybe Olivia, possibly Ment. Perhaps Tango? No, that'd be stupid she talked to no one about Tango because lord if he ever found out her life would be RUINED. Stuck in her train wreck of thoughts she really didn't grasp what was so interesting about her shoes until she realized that they hadn't moved off the topic of her feet. "Oh, no. I've been running around all day. Even with the best ones I'd probably hurt my tootsies." Wriggling her toes around she glanced down at her feet, and wondering if she'd have to buy a new pair of boots or shoes. They were starting to wear down. Tucking a strand of her long hair behind an ear she chewed on the inside of her cheek. Sometimes she wished she could just have a whole bunch of minions to help her run all her little jobs. It would make everything simpler and maybe she could gain more money that way. It was only when her eyes were straying that she noticed the collar and perked up. "You have an animal?"
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