Elizabeth
Happiness is when
what you think,
what you say,
what you think,
what you say,
She remembered visiting this area with her parents years ago, but she didn't recall it being quite to lively. Elizabeth walked around, smiling at the abundance of different people and cultures that had randomly decided to converge on the docks. Even after years of travel and studying, she still found herself pleasantly surprised by people. Whether it was the hulking figure of a menacing man or the frail looking Ancient with white horns, their personalities, actions, and relationships astounded her.
Elizabeth spent most of her time sitting at a table nearby, enjoying a traditional fish kebob that melted in her mouth and watching the interactions of everyone. She took note of the way they greeted each other or avoided others. It made for an interesting observation and she had to restrain herself from reaching for a notebook.
Her scanning of the crowds and stalls had her eyes catching on the popular 'Lucky Dip.' The patrons appeared... trustworthy(?) based on the sheer number of customers and lack of screaming, so she let her curiosity bring her closer. The barrel didn't look menacing. Leaning to somebody next to her, she asked, "Any idea what's inside?" Although she waited for a response, when the path before her opened up, Elizabeth took the opportunity to slip her hand inside to grab something. Perhaps it would be an interesting book? Or a useless souvenir to add to her collection?
Elizabeth joins everyone in trying the Lucky Dip!
Elizabeth spent most of her time sitting at a table nearby, enjoying a traditional fish kebob that melted in her mouth and watching the interactions of everyone. She took note of the way they greeted each other or avoided others. It made for an interesting observation and she had to restrain herself from reaching for a notebook.
Her scanning of the crowds and stalls had her eyes catching on the popular 'Lucky Dip.' The patrons appeared... trustworthy(?) based on the sheer number of customers and lack of screaming, so she let her curiosity bring her closer. The barrel didn't look menacing. Leaning to somebody next to her, she asked, "Any idea what's inside?" Although she waited for a response, when the path before her opened up, Elizabeth took the opportunity to slip her hand inside to grab something. Perhaps it would be an interesting book? Or a useless souvenir to add to her collection?
Elizabeth joins everyone in trying the Lucky Dip!
and what you do
are in harmony.
are in harmony.
