I bite my tongue and I torch my dreams
She was slowly gathering things that she thought she would need in her home. The sun had set some time ago, but there were a few shops that stayed open well into the night. Some, however, she avoided. She might be able to feel pain physically, which helped aid in her confidence in being out in Haulani after dark, but she still listened to her gut feelings. If the look of a shop or the people within it made her stomach turn or her skin crawl, she moved on. Her face remained stone either way, giving no evidence to the world that she felt anything but apathetic.
That was until she found a beautiful wind chime hanging in the dim light of a souvenir-type shop. The display glittered with shiny trinkets that most might find useless. Letha, however, was drawn in to the beauty and allure of the chime as it hung in the store window. She stepped in to the shop, finding an elderly woman stooped over a broom, working on the shop floor. "Excuse me," She asks, "how much for the chime in the window?" Her voice was smooth and calm, but her eyes were backlit with excitement.
The woman turned, and eyed the ascended up and down. What do ya got? The elder asked. Letha shuffled in her bag, offering the woman herbs and candles, and a small, green gemstone. The woman scrunched her nose at the offering, and huffed. "Please," Letha almost pleads, offering her arms out further to the shopkeeper.
