¤ Piper's Boutique ¤ Dafont ¤ Kyuusho ¤ Aethereality ¤ Hanna Beth ¤
The Nymph had never considered herself to be a religious person, nor one who was secure of her position in society. She did not have a reputation, but nor was she well-known, or even thought of in the slightest by fellow Elysians other than those she had managed to befriend. With her considerate and friendly nature, that ought to have been as easy as breathing. Unfortunately, she did not find it so. She had not yet grown used to Elysian culture and society, nor the significant changes from her big change from Earthen ways. Nor the lack of someone she was in a sturdy friendship with.
Sabrina had made friends with Piper, the art store's shy, insecure owner. And found she very much liked her, and could grow used to her company. And then there was Lora, her first friend. Lora was... somewhat different from Sabs, yet the Nymph considered her a nice person and altogether a pleasant person. Inimicus was a man who she was not sure about. Something warm and friendly about him, yet a little mysterious. Dark, if you will.
She had headed out into the warm morning sun of 9am, wearing a pale blue summer dress and flipflops, dark hair neatly tied back into a neat ponytail. She felt as if she was glowing, she'd never felt so refreshed or alive in Elysia. In her arms, she carried a wonderful bouquet of lilies and other delightful flowers - specifically asked to be purple themed -, and also a box of chocolates. Did deities like chocolates? Well, Xanth was getting them.
The underground materialised before her, already a mass of bustling activity in shops, with the people. It was full of life and business, and this early in the morning! The sun was out, too. This day had started out perfect, Sabrina thought as she smiled. It was quite cool to start off with, but the 'sunrays' were warm when they touched her skin. She exhaled contentedly as she gazed around and continued to her destination.
The Quadrangle was as pretty as last time. The flowers were well-kept and neat, the verge manicured, and the statue of Xanthorra tall and beautiful. Sabrina smiled and walked up to it, great and sparkling in the sunshine. "Xanth!" she sang pleasantly, then stopped. Maybe mental contact was a more sensible option? "Xanth? I know we haven't met before, and I know last time I gave my offering to a young child... But can you come? I want to become your servant." She smiled to herself. Hoping that would work.