Post by Ayame Moon on Dec 13, 2015 17:13:59 GMT
There was a gentle sigh that escaped Ayame Moon’s lips as she looked around the streets of Beacon Hills. It didn’t snow here, sadly, despite it being winter. She wished it did, she really did, because white Christmases would have been great, but sadly, that wasn’t the case with her so instead, she merely accepted the fact that at least temperatures were cooler and she could at least wear pants if she really wanted to. It was still better than the hot sun beating down on her, but even then, the temperatures didn’t get that hot in California. It was odd, the large state had such a vast climate it was sort of upsetting for her to not go somewhere north or in the mountains where they got snow or down south where they got warmer but she was only in High School so it wasn’t like she didn’t have time to travel if she really wanted to.
Someone yelled and Ayame was pulled from her thoughts. She apologized to the cyclist that had almost run in to her because she was so distracted. She shook her head and focused on what she was doing, Christmas shopping. She needed to get gifts for her friends and family. Today she was shopping for Peter Hale, a man who she had become quite close to. She still wasn’t sure what to get him, perhaps an apron that wasn’t pink and frilly, but she wasn’t sure. She would just have to window shop until she found the right gift. Still, that meant she needed to stay focused, especially after Peter texted her about the two new wolves who were in town. She would need to keep herself on edge since, well, she didn’t know their intentions and as a druid, she needed to be prepared always.
yame hummed to herself as she walked along, gazing at windows in between dodging people. Apparently she wasn’t the only one distracted today. She tried her keep her human senses alert as she stopped, stepping in close to a store window to look inside of it. She tilted her head to the side as she looked at the little knick knacky objects in the window. Perhaps she’d get something nice for Stiles’ Father. The man worked hard and since Stiles was being…well…Stiles, perhaps he could use something nice. She wasn’t sure if that would be acceptable. So she stood there mulling it over as she gazed in the window of the antique store. Her thoughts whirling around in her head as she tried to figure out whether or not that would be a good call for her to make.
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