"Pomme de Sang: A blessing and a curse in many ways."

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The mall had always been one of her favorite haunts to just sit and watch the people. Very few people ever approached her, an those that did could be sent away with a few words of Russian. Her trip today wasn't just about 'watching'. Today she needed to pick up a few things. As much as the crowds tended to annoy make her tense the mall was a one stop for all things anyone could need. With her dark shades over her eyes and the white cane in her hand the vendors tended to leave her be. They could see the tell-tail signs that she couldn't see what they had, or couldn't careless. Those who didn't see them or choice to ignore the outward signs. Were simply ignored as Lamia walked on by them.

Guided gently from with in the bag Lamia walked. Her backpack was kept more to her side, where dark black mesh gave air holes as well as a 'window' out for her furries. They could see to guide her, yet stay unseen themselves. After the last outing that had gone so very awry, her telling her brother of it when he came back. He had gotten her the bag just for the purpose. Star and Satar seemed to like it as well.

A young woman stood in the line at one of the many place to eat here. The one she knew served salad. Most here knew she was a regular, but whoever was here today hadn't a clue who she was. She growled a little angrily trying to explain to the man that she didn't want the salad dressing or the chicken. He seemed confused or just to occupied staring at something to look at her face. Finally she gave up and let him put the chicken on the salad. She paid him with a scowl on her face and snatched her salad away from her. From inside her bag she felt the nudge of her furries. Shifting her salad dish to her other hand. Holding there her cane, for the moment not extended, and her salad. The slipped into her bag stroking Star and Satar for a moment. Purring into the touch both were happy as they tried to calm their girl.

Lamia grumbled something in Russian that was far from lady-like. Star tipped her head upward and licked her girl's hand. A smile came to Lamia's lips and spread a lil more as Satar's tongue followed. She said, 'thank you' with another scratch under their chins, then let her hand drift from her slowly from her bag.

With a little help from her friends, when she'd stopped petting them. She reached a trash can. Opening the lid of her salad she growled as she picked the offending chicken off throwing it into the trash as well as any leaves that were wet from it. Then tossed the salad dressing packet in as well. Securing the lid she moved from the trash can, or started to when she felt herself the impact of someone colliding with her shoulder. Tensing lightly she backed away. She started to speak but the did first. Giving a light smile Lamia nodded. "Forgive me too. I was not paying to surrounding." She apologized. Her accent think in her voice as she fought to keep the Russian words from leaking into her speech. Criss had been helping her with her speech to not let her Russian to leak into it as much. As much as he loved her voice, he knew the Russian slipping in and out of her spoken words around others could be confusing. So she tried, and for now didn't fail.

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Word count: 634
Muse: Evanescence, "Bring me to life"
Comments: Hope it works my muse is a lil sketchy at the moment..