Ashla
06-25-14, 10:50 PM
Closed to Rosie. Title Credit to Rosie. Brief, very light bunnying approved at my end.
Ashla placed the brown bag on the counter, it looked like a purse, but was a bit larger. The brown bag was simple, and looked like it could carry a good bit. It was exactly what Ashla needed. The girl pulled out some money and placed it on the counter as well. She looked over to the female elf working behind the counter, her back turned as she was neatening up a shelf. Ashla cleared her throat then politely asked, "Hello, can I buy this please?" The woman was like any other elf, tall and magical looking. Her blond hair covered her pointed ears, but her face alone proved her heritage. However, she wore clothes that were below average, a brown dress and an apron. She looked over to Ashla with her brown eyes then smiled and walked over.
"Of course." She stated. Ashla smiled and handed the elf her money. She then took the bag, ripped the tag off, then started to leave the rather shabby looking shop. This place was so poor, in fact, a hole was right in the roof. Today was a bright and cheery day though, and sunlight burst through and lit up the dark store, revealing the dust floating around in its tracks. Ashla didn't seem to be focusing though as she was unclipping several of her weapons and placing them into her new bag. Her long knife, her cross-pistol, her dagger. They all fit well, even though Ashla had to squeeze her long knife in a bit. Now all that was left of her ordinary weapons were her two swords and her buckler. None of those could fit! Ashla was so absorbed into sorting her bag out, that she wasn't watching where she was going. Even while she stepped into the rather busy streets outside and back into the poor but still bustling she was visiting. Her mood was currently neutral, but even on this bright days like these things could turn sour...
... Take bumping into another person for example?
Ashla placed the brown bag on the counter, it looked like a purse, but was a bit larger. The brown bag was simple, and looked like it could carry a good bit. It was exactly what Ashla needed. The girl pulled out some money and placed it on the counter as well. She looked over to the female elf working behind the counter, her back turned as she was neatening up a shelf. Ashla cleared her throat then politely asked, "Hello, can I buy this please?" The woman was like any other elf, tall and magical looking. Her blond hair covered her pointed ears, but her face alone proved her heritage. However, she wore clothes that were below average, a brown dress and an apron. She looked over to Ashla with her brown eyes then smiled and walked over.
"Of course." She stated. Ashla smiled and handed the elf her money. She then took the bag, ripped the tag off, then started to leave the rather shabby looking shop. This place was so poor, in fact, a hole was right in the roof. Today was a bright and cheery day though, and sunlight burst through and lit up the dark store, revealing the dust floating around in its tracks. Ashla didn't seem to be focusing though as she was unclipping several of her weapons and placing them into her new bag. Her long knife, her cross-pistol, her dagger. They all fit well, even though Ashla had to squeeze her long knife in a bit. Now all that was left of her ordinary weapons were her two swords and her buckler. None of those could fit! Ashla was so absorbed into sorting her bag out, that she wasn't watching where she was going. Even while she stepped into the rather busy streets outside and back into the poor but still bustling she was visiting. Her mood was currently neutral, but even on this bright days like these things could turn sour...
... Take bumping into another person for example?