Aquene loved shopping here. Sure, city life was redundant at times, but at least there was fun and new things to be found in open air markets such as these. She already had at least a month’s supply of tea in her satchel as well as some bean buns and dim sum. Those would be devoured once she got home.
Though when she started to head toward where the vendor that carried the incense and oils she enjoyed to use she saw a familiar face. “Kira?” the pigtailed woman called. “Kira, is that you?” It couldn’t be. The Kira she knew had gorgeous wings and this person did not. Yet the face was unmistakeable.