Pihu
Earlier, Pihu had meandered through the market stalls at the carnival, eying the merchandise on display. Despite coming from Torchline, where every good under the sun (and some that should never see the light of day) was traded and smuggled, there were items here she'd never seen before. So, she wandered back through the displays, keeping one eye on the crowd and the other on the goods.
The shopkeepers kept an eye on her as well, even as she gave them her best grin. For now, her hands stayed by her sides. However, her fingers twitched to try and nick some of the items. She was biding her time, though, until the vendors were less wary or were distracted by something.
The shopkeepers kept an eye on her as well, even as she gave them her best grin. For now, her hands stayed by her sides. However, her fingers twitched to try and nick some of the items. She was biding her time, though, until the vendors were less wary or were distracted by something.
They say these are the golden years
But I wish I could disappear
But I wish I could disappear
