Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-30582303-20170829015026/@comment-32868247-20170829025459

 Soft clattering filled the air, barely audible over the dull murmur of townspeople and the fluttering of banners swirling through the streets. It was an open market area, and shop stalls had been opened lining the streets. Peddlers sought to sell their wares, and shoppers wandered betwixt the establishments, inspecting the various goods. Small carts rolled by, carrying just enough goods to allow some of the merchants to restock some of what they’d previously sold in the past shift. The noise and bustle was not what had lured her here, of course; it was the smells. Exotic floral, sweet fruit, savory meats… She could practically hear food sizzling from some of the vendors’ spots. Ordinarily, if she was out here, she’d be looking for one thing - materials to continue her own work. Not today, though; she was on her day off, and had time to screw around. Which was exactly what the blonde fully intended to do, striking out on her own through the streets with her own purse on her person, dark-colored pants clinging tightly to her legs and black open-toed shoes scuffing against the hard stone floors. Vivid streaks ran through her hair, single in tone rather than the mix she usually did - only coral-colored, which hardly stood out against her golden locks. It was pulled back into a high ponytail for once, swaying to and fro behind her back - a single braid mixed in. She had on a soft blue tunic, over which was layered a loose, chiffon jacket. A thin scarf was draped loosely over her shoulders, meant more for decoration than for warmth. The tunic was faintly embroidered with symbols and designs that couldn’t be clearly discerned from a distance, though there was something unnatural about them.

The teenaged female’s gaze swept the stalls carefully, taking in the sights before lingering on a single stall. It appeared to be...one of the food stands. From what she could see, there were already people in it, so whatever was being served was probably good. With a light shrug, she crossed the street, knocking aside one of the flaps separating the “inside” of the stall from the outside and moving to sit in one of the stools before she found herself wedged between two people - a man on one side and a boy on the other. She gave him a cursory glance before looking up at the menu behind the shop owner’s head carefully. “ Got anything with beef in it, sir? How’s your sweet tea?” She found herself glancing sideways at the boy again. He looked young, and a little awkward. Her gaze slid back forward afterwards, a soft smile gracing her features as she pulled out her wallet and clutched it in her right hand, left hand resting palm-down on the countertop and pointer finger tapping softly against the surface of the table. Not out of frustration, or impatience, but more...as a twitch. It almost sounded like the beat of a metronome - or, more or less, as though she was attempting to imitate one. Oh, this might be fun...