With a little bit of experience under her belt Juroyo decided that today she was going to go a little further out than her usual haunts. After all she was pretty tough by this point, what did she have to worry about? Absolutely nothing's what, her visits to the nurse's office have become way less frequent. Plus with her adventure out beyond the gate, she was confident she could handle anything in the dumb old Stone Village. So instead of heading into the Pearl Tenements to pester poorer children and buy cheap candy she headed onto a much more 'fashionable' avenue.
It certainly different, they had shops with enclosed store fronts and no animals being herded up and down the street. Or worse still being butchered in alleyways for whomever bought them for that day's dinner. That was always a little gross looking, even if the squirting blood spouting from a dying chicken fascinated her in some morbid way.
She wondered if humans bled like that.
But that wasn't important, she tightens her bandanna as she marched down the swept stone path ways. All these bars and Ooh ramen shops? She hadn't had ramen in a long time, her mother called it 'junk food'. More like she had a ban on all things delicious, but which one would she go too? There were so many of them, it took several moments of deliberation before she ducked into one of the restaurants.
The melon haired gal quickly clambered up onto a stool and raised a hand.
"Kon'nichiwa! A bowl of chicken ramen with egg please!"
A simple order of course, she didn't have very complex tastes, however she does spy a brightly colored label on a bottle one gentleman possessed and quickly piped up again.
"Oh and a bottle of that as well if you don't mind." Before offering up the necessary coin to the shopkeeper who took it with a shrug.
If the kid was on Aventurine Street by themselves, she was probably older than she looked.
It certainly different, they had shops with enclosed store fronts and no animals being herded up and down the street. Or worse still being butchered in alleyways for whomever bought them for that day's dinner. That was always a little gross looking, even if the squirting blood spouting from a dying chicken fascinated her in some morbid way.
She wondered if humans bled like that.
But that wasn't important, she tightens her bandanna as she marched down the swept stone path ways. All these bars and Ooh ramen shops? She hadn't had ramen in a long time, her mother called it 'junk food'. More like she had a ban on all things delicious, but which one would she go too? There were so many of them, it took several moments of deliberation before she ducked into one of the restaurants.
The melon haired gal quickly clambered up onto a stool and raised a hand.
"Kon'nichiwa! A bowl of chicken ramen with egg please!"
A simple order of course, she didn't have very complex tastes, however she does spy a brightly colored label on a bottle one gentleman possessed and quickly piped up again.
"Oh and a bottle of that as well if you don't mind." Before offering up the necessary coin to the shopkeeper who took it with a shrug.
If the kid was on Aventurine Street by themselves, she was probably older than she looked.