The Day of Thunder

Genji walked around the market stall, his hands gently resting on his obi, swords and coin purse present. He let out a small sigh.

"Is it always this foggy here?" He asked one of the merchants, who nodded grimly. Wonderful. Amazing.

He forced a smile, and looked around for anything that would be suitable for a small child. Potentially like a small doll? Then again, who knows.

A young man in clothes with patterns and fabrics that seemed more fitting for a tribe from before the heavenfall was also strolling around. Eyes shifting from one stall to the next mirrored his feet stepping from one side to another. It didn't look as if he had a specific goal there - or maybe he had one, but was completely lost as to how to achieve it.

Now and then he stopped, looked up, extended his hands almost as if trying to catch the fog, then pursed his lips in frustration and took off again.

He was still looking back at a stall which seemed to be selling some kind of noodle dish as he kept on... and suddenly bumped into someone talking to one of the merchants.

"Aya, mia.." he stops halfway and bows deeply, before even seeing or thinking about mons. "I'm sorry, ajeosshi!"