Garnet til Alexandros XVII (![]() ![]() @ 2012-06-09 02:30:00 |
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If someone came to her a year ago with premonitions of what her life was to become, Garnet would not have believed them. She would have refrained from laughing in their face, at least. Manners prohibited such a thing. Fact remained that she was now in a perpetual state of running - from her mother, no less - and her 'care' had changed hands perhaps more times than it ought to have. If nothing else she was feeling more self-sufficient by the day. She could even admit to enjoying Zidane's company, her initial reservations aside. He was sometimes too forward for her liking, but he also took her gentle rebuffs graciously. Always altered his behavior without taking her disinterest as some personal slight.
After only a few days of careful coaching, she was feeling more certain in her ability to blend in with the common folk. Her first minor delivery for AVALANCHE netted her some funds. Meager, but such things would add up in time. Today she aimed to make a few more purchases. Items now, and maybe a weapon later. A nice staff to augment with their shared ice materia, and through which to channel her abilities with restorative magic. First, of course, she would need to speak with the kindly girl behind the counter.
Garnet was thankful that today's trek brought them into Sector 5. Wall Market was teeming with individuals that made her skin crawl, for reasons she couldn't entirely discern. Smoothing a hand over her shirt, she sent her companion a look at was only slightly nervous. "I can do this!" She announced, albeit quietly. Zidane had a natural confidence that was beginning to rub off on her. Slowly but surely. "I'll just walk up and ask for what I want. No how do you dos needed, correct?"