Were they out of the strawberry jam she liked? The Maven searched up and down the isle, but it seemed that the supermarket was out of the brand she liked or they hadn't stocked the shelves yet. A little girl brushed past her as Sona bit her lip pensively. There wasn't much she could do about the shelves not yielding what she wished for. Attempting to communicate with the cashiers was always a pain in the ass, especially since she had forgotten her scroll with common things she said at home.
She didn't want to be a nuisance, especially since she wasn't exactly able to ask for a pen and piece of paper either. After another moment's worth of hesitation Sona bent over and plucked an off-brand jam from the shelf. It wasn't going to taste the same, but she had a concert scheduled for later in the evening and she wanted to practice beforehand.
"Excuse me." A bright, cheery voice made her shoulders stiffen as she turned to face its source. "Did you find everything okay?" A girl with platinum blonde hair and the market's hideous green vest smiled widely.
Sona nodded. A lopsided smile was all she could manage.
"Well, if you need help with anything else, feel free to ask!" The employee grabbed a can of peanut butter before hurrying off--presumably to a customer that had asked for help.
As Sona walked down the isle her grip around the jam jar tightened. Ask for help? 'It's never that simple. Is it, Summoner?'
Of course, no one was able to hear her. Outside of the Fields of Justice she had no voice--none at all.
Sona Buvelle | League of Legends | No Reserve | Part 3
Third Person:
Were they out of the strawberry jam she liked? The Maven searched up and down the isle, but it seemed that the supermarket was out of the brand she liked or they hadn't stocked the shelves yet. A little girl brushed past her as Sona bit her lip pensively. There wasn't much she could do about the shelves not yielding what she wished for. Attempting to communicate with the cashiers was always a pain in the ass, especially since she had forgotten her scroll with common things she said at home.
She didn't want to be a nuisance, especially since she wasn't exactly able to ask for a pen and piece of paper either. After another moment's worth of hesitation Sona bent over and plucked an off-brand jam from the shelf. It wasn't going to taste the same, but she had a concert scheduled for later in the evening and she wanted to practice beforehand.
"Excuse me." A bright, cheery voice made her shoulders stiffen as she turned to face its source. "Did you find everything okay?" A girl with platinum blonde hair and the market's hideous green vest smiled widely.
Sona nodded. A lopsided smile was all she could manage.
"Well, if you need help with anything else, feel free to ask!" The employee grabbed a can of peanut butter before hurrying off--presumably to a customer that had asked for help.
As Sona walked down the isle her grip around the jam jar tightened. Ask for help?
'It's never that simple. Is it, Summoner?'
Of course, no one was able to hear her. Outside of the Fields of Justice she had no voice--none at all.