It was an ordinary afternoon, the sun was out and the sky was relatively clear with only one or two small white clouds visible. It was entirely ordinary except for the very many significant things that were going on in the world. Like her employer Damien Darhk being assassinated, the Queen and Raikage disappearing without a trace, the war that loomed on the horizon with every major nation except probably Iwagakure, her lover Tamwyn apparently had a lightning wolf in his head that he needed to go battle and of course the fact that she now knew she was pregnant with twins. The last event being substantially less important than the others, but to her it was her whole world. She had spent a long time wandering the streets of the Fuyuko Outlet, trying to take her mind off of things she couldn’t control and focus it onto things that were easy by comparison. Like clothes shopping for babies. She was trying to expand her choices to include colours, but every time she saw some adorable onesie or blanket she immediately began searching for the same style in black.
She got a few raised eyebrows from store clerks, but she couldn’t see why. She was literally dressed from head to toe in black leather, it wasn’t too much of a stretch to expect that she would want to dress her children in the same somber shades. As a concession to peer pressure she picked out a few grey things and even one or two pure white blankets. She didn’t know too terribly much about babies but she considered that white was probably a poor choice as far as cleanliness was concerned. Not that she was worried so much about that, there were larger things at stake than some dirty clothes. “Besides, it will go with the decor.” She said quietly to herself as a means of justifying her abnormal choices. She didn’t know who she was trying to convince, herself or the seemingly judgemental shop keepers, either way she felt that familiar guilt creep in again as she paid for her purchases and stepped out again into the sunlight.
Yenn took to a wooden bench in the shade, enjoying the relative seclusion beside a potted plant and placing her bags at her feet. She would lean her head back against the wall and sigh as she looked to the sky, her feet were tired from wandering around in high heels again and her heart was tired from her worries that she carried with her. And she was hungry. Again. With considerable effort she would gather her strength and her purchases, making to stand and begin looking for something she wanted to eat. But instead of rising she would just sit there staring at the packages at her feet, trying to summon the energy to pick them up again and resisting the urge to just curl up on the bench and sleep.
She got a few raised eyebrows from store clerks, but she couldn’t see why. She was literally dressed from head to toe in black leather, it wasn’t too much of a stretch to expect that she would want to dress her children in the same somber shades. As a concession to peer pressure she picked out a few grey things and even one or two pure white blankets. She didn’t know too terribly much about babies but she considered that white was probably a poor choice as far as cleanliness was concerned. Not that she was worried so much about that, there were larger things at stake than some dirty clothes. “Besides, it will go with the decor.” She said quietly to herself as a means of justifying her abnormal choices. She didn’t know who she was trying to convince, herself or the seemingly judgemental shop keepers, either way she felt that familiar guilt creep in again as she paid for her purchases and stepped out again into the sunlight.
Yenn took to a wooden bench in the shade, enjoying the relative seclusion beside a potted plant and placing her bags at her feet. She would lean her head back against the wall and sigh as she looked to the sky, her feet were tired from wandering around in high heels again and her heart was tired from her worries that she carried with her. And she was hungry. Again. With considerable effort she would gather her strength and her purchases, making to stand and begin looking for something she wanted to eat. But instead of rising she would just sit there staring at the packages at her feet, trying to summon the energy to pick them up again and resisting the urge to just curl up on the bench and sleep.