Post by Kestrel Archer on Feb 2, 2006 2:45:41 GMT -5
Kestrel pushed open the door and entered the dark little shop, wrinkling her nose at the smell of wood and dust (and, oddly enough, the faintest hint of flowers.)
She immediately noticed the two girls she had a brief encounter with outside, and she felt a twinge of disappointment. I really should have paid attention to where they were going. Now they're probably going to expect me to say something to them... .
Never really one for conversation (or for social interaction for that matter) she could only imagine how uncomfortable it would be to try and present herself as a decent being to these people.
She stood there, just near the doorway. It seemed the shop keeper was busy with one of the girls from outside...
(OOC: Sorry for the absolutely horrible post. I'm having a creative dry spell, but I figured it'd been so long since I've posted... guilt kinda got to me.
)
She immediately noticed the two girls she had a brief encounter with outside, and she felt a twinge of disappointment. I really should have paid attention to where they were going. Now they're probably going to expect me to say something to them... .
Never really one for conversation (or for social interaction for that matter) she could only imagine how uncomfortable it would be to try and present herself as a decent being to these people.
She stood there, just near the doorway. It seemed the shop keeper was busy with one of the girls from outside...
(OOC: Sorry for the absolutely horrible post. I'm having a creative dry spell, but I figured it'd been so long since I've posted... guilt kinda got to me.
)