Here Kanaya is in the past; as common in Exsilium, she's holographically disguised as a hornless, fangless, non-glowing girl, with winter wear. A street vendor's scarf catches her eye first; she pulls out her wallet and approaches him. An argument breaks out, however. Apparently her yen are not the dollars specified on the sign of price.
7:30
The time has come to shop and Kanaya is right in the thick of it. She has a list which she sometimes pulls out her tablet to check. For the most part her navigation of the aisle's is mechanical, her gifts having been decided far in advance.
Sometimes, however, she stops and stares for several minutes at a time before making her selection, most notably in winterwear.
10:30
She's done it. She has shopped and now she has dropped. Here she is beside her bounty with an almost post-coital expression, letting snow accumulate in her hair with holographically inexplicable holes where her horns are and not even caring. A dozen boxes of various sizes (though only two are larger than a sheet of paper) lie on the concrete besides her along with half again as many bags.
Kanaya...
Here Kanaya is in the past; as common in Exsilium, she's holographically disguised as a hornless, fangless, non-glowing girl, with winter wear. A street vendor's scarf catches her eye first; she pulls out her wallet and approaches him. An argument breaks out, however. Apparently her yen are not the dollars specified on the sign of price.
7:30
The time has come to shop and Kanaya is right in the thick of it. She has a list which she sometimes pulls out her tablet to check. For the most part her navigation of the aisle's is mechanical, her gifts having been decided far in advance.
Sometimes, however, she stops and stares for several minutes at a time before making her selection, most notably in winterwear.
10:30
She's done it. She has shopped and now she has dropped. Here she is beside her bounty with an almost post-coital expression, letting snow accumulate in her hair with holographically inexplicable holes where her horns are and not even caring. A dozen boxes of various sizes (though only two are larger than a sheet of paper) lie on the concrete besides her along with half again as many bags.