Rhiannon wasn’t really much of a shopper; she had very few friends, after all, or at least very few who she would deign to buy a gift for. Today, she wandered the Inner Quarter in search for goods for her parents. But what did one get for soldiers that they didn’t already have? Both had their preferred weapons - her mother a whip, and her father a sword - and there was little she could do to contribute to their arsenal that didn’t already exist.
She’d chosen the Hollowed Grounds for the simple reason that it wasn’t Halo, and at least if she shopped here, she had a moderate chance of being able to surprise her parents with something new and exciting. But since neither were particularly sentimental, the shop that Rhiannon currently browsed - full of art and signs and crocheted goods - seemed like it was another dead end.
As Rhi turned to leave, a bell tinkled over the door, and she looked around to find a familiar face entering. ”Melita, hey,” she said, sliding past a display of cheap jewelry and offering a friendly smile to the demigod. ”How’s it going?”
She’d chosen the Hollowed Grounds for the simple reason that it wasn’t Halo, and at least if she shopped here, she had a moderate chance of being able to surprise her parents with something new and exciting. But since neither were particularly sentimental, the shop that Rhiannon currently browsed - full of art and signs and crocheted goods - seemed like it was another dead end.
As Rhi turned to leave, a bell tinkled over the door, and she looked around to find a familiar face entering. ”Melita, hey,” she said, sliding past a display of cheap jewelry and offering a friendly smile to the demigod. ”How’s it going?”
Rhiannon Cassidy
