Artura was spending the day within the Kirigakure Marketplace, having nothing much better to do with her free time for the time being other than menial chores and the like - which she planned on doing tomorrow, as the girl believed that she deserved the day off and that doing chores around the village was something that would always be available. It was not as if the village in its entirety would suddenly run out of work for young Genin, there always seemed to be an abundance of such and with so many more Genin coming into the community - it was likely that more work would be popping up soon in order to balance out the supply and demand of it all.
Shrugging her own shoulders slightly, Artura moved along the stalls present on the street of the Marketplace and began to examine their contents individually for a brief moment before moving onto the next. She knew that she could not currently afford anything from these shops, but it never hurt to keep an eye out for something that may become useful in the future or which piqued Artura's interest. She decided to stop at a stall dedicated to weaponry and give the contents a long pondering gaze as she crossed her arms idly across her chest. She was still wearing the custom uniform that her Father had given her, of course, and, although it carried no authority with it, the outfit seemed to never cease eliciting a few compliments from the older generation who appreciated her willingness to display her loyalty to the village as well as her pride in becoming one of it's Ninja even if only a minor capacity as of this moment.
As she was pondering on her current lot in life, the sudden realization that she needed to pick up supplies for her family physician came into her mind and the girl would thusly make a hasty path through the crowds of the marketplace in order to reach one of the shops selling medicines, drugs, and the like, although in her haste she would likely bump into an individual or two and seemed to not even pay this any mind as she emerged at the stall. Upon her arrival, the stall's owner gave the young girl a raised eyebrow, though when she presented him with a small slip of paper which she had hastily dug out from one of her uniform's pockets the man seemed to immediately lighten and gave the girl a nod before beginning to move about the various herbs, oils and elixirs deftly for a few moments before presenting Artura with a small crate which she would in turn graciously accept with a nod yet no words to accompany this.
Turning away from the stall, she intended to simply leave the Marketplace here and now, although whether she was stopped in doing so was yet to be seen; and she had a sneaking suspicion that for some reason that today was not going to be the easy-going day that she had originally intended.
[510 WC]
[10 EXP]
Shrugging her own shoulders slightly, Artura moved along the stalls present on the street of the Marketplace and began to examine their contents individually for a brief moment before moving onto the next. She knew that she could not currently afford anything from these shops, but it never hurt to keep an eye out for something that may become useful in the future or which piqued Artura's interest. She decided to stop at a stall dedicated to weaponry and give the contents a long pondering gaze as she crossed her arms idly across her chest. She was still wearing the custom uniform that her Father had given her, of course, and, although it carried no authority with it, the outfit seemed to never cease eliciting a few compliments from the older generation who appreciated her willingness to display her loyalty to the village as well as her pride in becoming one of it's Ninja even if only a minor capacity as of this moment.
As she was pondering on her current lot in life, the sudden realization that she needed to pick up supplies for her family physician came into her mind and the girl would thusly make a hasty path through the crowds of the marketplace in order to reach one of the shops selling medicines, drugs, and the like, although in her haste she would likely bump into an individual or two and seemed to not even pay this any mind as she emerged at the stall. Upon her arrival, the stall's owner gave the young girl a raised eyebrow, though when she presented him with a small slip of paper which she had hastily dug out from one of her uniform's pockets the man seemed to immediately lighten and gave the girl a nod before beginning to move about the various herbs, oils and elixirs deftly for a few moments before presenting Artura with a small crate which she would in turn graciously accept with a nod yet no words to accompany this.
Turning away from the stall, she intended to simply leave the Marketplace here and now, although whether she was stopped in doing so was yet to be seen; and she had a sneaking suspicion that for some reason that today was not going to be the easy-going day that she had originally intended.
[510 WC]
[10 EXP]