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The Solo Dessert Mage •ω•
Senira tightened her grip on her cloak as she stepped into the next city. She quickly made her way to another cloth shop; she needed a new 'outfit' since the 'stalker' had already seen her in the one she was currently wearing. She bought a white hood and went into the corner of the shop, slipping off the darker cloak and pressing it neatly into her bag. The way she was dressed at the moment, anyone would have seen her a as a small male.
After the white cloak rested on her shoulders, its hood over her head, she thanked the shop-keeper and headed outside, wondering if there was a blade shop in this town. It wasn't mandatory to visit it, but it would be nice. She just hoped that the feeling of being watched wouldn't come up again.
After the white cloak rested on her shoulders, its hood over her head, she thanked the shop-keeper and headed outside, wondering if there was a blade shop in this town. It wasn't mandatory to visit it, but it would be nice. She just hoped that the feeling of being watched wouldn't come up again.