<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/childedit1.jpg)</div><em>Solfiria Character Post</em><br/><strong>Time of day beginning post</strong>: Noon<br/><strong>Time of day ending post</strong>: Noon<br/><strong>Location beginning post</strong>: Outside Sal's<br/><strong>Location ending post</strong>: Inside Sal's<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with</strong>: Corann<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required?</strong>No.<br/><hr/><br/>Sol had stopped to watch a tall, odd looking man as he walked away from her, her mismatched eyes focused on the back of his white-haired head for a moment before she tore her attention away from him and back to what she had been doing. Wait... what had she been doing? That tugging was there... that constant annoying tugging that made her heart beat feel difficult and almost pained in her chest was there, and she looked out toward the horizon with a creeping feeling of dread in her gut. This place was going to erupt soon... Whether or not it would burst in to life, or be swallowed whole and drained of everything that made it more than a collection of empty buildings.<br/><br/>Oh right... supplies. That's what she had come for. Frowning at her easily distracted nature, she turned away from the horizon and looked toward the door of Seaside Sal's before pushing it open and wandering inside. Engulfed in the slightly musty air, she looked around and blinked rapidly as her vision adjusted before it fell directly on a huge man in flamboyantly bright clothing as he stood and argued with the one who seemed to be the owner of the place over... clothes? Her mismatched eyes moved to the absurdly bright garments on the counter and behind her veil, Sol felt her lips twitch in to an amused smile. When her eyes lifted again she was prepared to make a smart remark about thinking the colors would look excellent on him, but she stopped before she could manage it as her eyes took him in.<br/><br/>A small thrill went through her at the sight and she had to force herself to swallow hard. Looking at him gave her the same charged feeling as watching a storm roll in from the sea. He seemed... volatile. Their eyes met and for a moment, she wondered if he felt the same as she. For a moment she felt lost, standing in place without a clue about her reason for being there, before she suddenly seemed to remember herself again. Tearing her eyes and shaking her head as the proprietor of the establishment called out in greeting, she looked down and her flowing movements carried her through the shop, eyes lifting occasionally to glance at this or that. She was immediately drawn to a small, open wooden case that held what she quickly identified as ink... Temporary inks, granted, but most people wanted temporary imprints more than permanent ones, and it wasn't necessary to be as picky about where the ink came from when it was temporary.<br/><br/>Grabbing the case, she snagged a few other basic supplies, prime among them was a set of new looking, basic black boots that appeared to be about her size. Making her way to the counter, she glanced up at the big man with the cat eyes one more time, the scar-sun between her eyes seeming to almost glisten silver against her skin, which appeared almost silvery pale in the low light before she looked back at Sal. "How much for the inks?" she asked, tapping the box as she slid it across to him.