Celes had heard, but not seen, the reason for the clamor that was going on over her communicator. At first she had thought it was a whole bunch of overreacting to not being able to shop. When she finally saw it for the first hand, she changed her mind. The whole idea of segregating people that were different just felt... so... wrong. She had been used to being set apart for a lot of things: casting magic, leading a unit, being a traitor, but never because of what she decided to wear. It was all so... petty.
Not that she could do anything about it, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to yet. Though she had the opportunity to explore Paixao, she regained the ability to walk comfortably only just recently. Whole new areas of the city remained unexplored that were previously inaccessible to her. She was just begun to understand the culture, the people, the government, the situation. Overall, it was a lot to take in and she wasn't quite sure what to make of it yet. She hoped that she'd find something a little more familiar: a small nugget of comfortable understanding that she could build the rest of this city from.
Boy was she in for a surprise. She wandered through the poor district, having heard an advertisement for a shop that wouldn't turn her away for her military uniform and was curious of what they meant by "selling anything". As she passed the banner bearing "New Hope" on the front, she was surprised at both how richly adorned everything looked... and the small floor brush sweeping out a small pile of dust out the front door. Her eyebrow raised and her attention wary for more of the unusual, the former general peered quizzically around the store, wondering what else she could find (and hoping that some of it would be useful).
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Not that she could do anything about it, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to yet. Though she had the opportunity to explore Paixao, she regained the ability to walk comfortably only just recently. Whole new areas of the city remained unexplored that were previously inaccessible to her. She was just begun to understand the culture, the people, the government, the situation. Overall, it was a lot to take in and she wasn't quite sure what to make of it yet. She hoped that she'd find something a little more familiar: a small nugget of comfortable understanding that she could build the rest of this city from.
Boy was she in for a surprise. She wandered through the poor district, having heard an advertisement for a shop that wouldn't turn her away for her military uniform and was curious of what they meant by "selling anything". As she passed the banner bearing "New Hope" on the front, she was surprised at both how richly adorned everything looked... and the small floor brush sweeping out a small pile of dust out the front door. Her eyebrow raised and her attention wary for more of the unusual, the former general peered quizzically around the store, wondering what else she could find (and hoping that some of it would be useful).