As she stood in front of her wardrobe half dressed and pondering the politics of charitable giving, a breeze swept through the room briefly. Most people would have relished the fresh air, enjoying the momentary reprieve from the baking heat, not Kara. The breeze merely caused a huff of annoyance from the blonde woman as she brushed off a dozen or so errant sand granules that had brush against her arm. As the rough sand brushed against her delicate skin she silently cursed her decision to settle here. She felt like she’d done nothing but privately complain about the region ever since she arrived, and remembered she had made a resolution to abstain from that as she felt it ultimately undermined her decision to set up shop.
With another small sigh she ran her fingers across the gowns hanging within the white cedar casing and settled on a long dark red silken garment. It was heavier in construction than was likely suitable for the climate, however Kara was still young enough that she was entirely content sacrificing her personal comfort for her outward appearance. She took great care dressing, ensuring there were no wrinkles in her skirts, and that her hair was perfectly coiffed. She even went so far as to apply some cosmetics and a dab of her scented oils behind her ears; Rose and Honeysuckle.
Before she stepped out her door, she took her carefully crafted parasol. Her parents had had it made for her when they saw how easily she burned in the sunlight, with thick silk and a sturdy wood and bone handle; that paired perfectly with the cigarette holder she had chosen for the day - a delicate piece of ivory wrapped in gold filigree. Kara had work to do that day, but more importantly she had heard a rumor that an old friend of hers from her caravan days had made their way to Sunagakure. Beyond wanting to reunite with a friend, she desperately needed someone to carry out the duties that were normally handled by her parent’s hired guards.