The roses are seemingly sufficient, and Aithne watches as Melita snags the white, blue, and then a soft yellow. Her companion, a floating gourd with myriad vines and appendages, carries her purchases as the demigod redirects them to the last of the items on her list: a box. A fancy box.
"Hmmm, there's crates and stuff that way," she said, pointing in one direction. "But the fancy chests and things are this way. Oh, and over there are some, like, cardboard boxes, but they have fun designs on them." The options are many, and the Ancient doesn't particularly care which way they go, so she waits to see what Mel's preferences are before prancing off in whichever direction to find the vendors in question.
"Hmmm, there's crates and stuff that way," she said, pointing in one direction. "But the fancy chests and things are this way. Oh, and over there are some, like, cardboard boxes, but they have fun designs on them." The options are many, and the Ancient doesn't particularly care which way they go, so she waits to see what Mel's preferences are before prancing off in whichever direction to find the vendors in question.
Aithne Murphy
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
