[In hindsight, Gaia probably should have been paying attention more to her surroundings. She had been in the markets for nearly a full bell by this point, scouring the stalls of fresh produce for anything that resembled the foodstuffs from home. The colors were all wrong, and some of these items look just weird... purple faerie apples? Really?
The almost-crash from another party was enough to jolt her out of her reverie and make her impulsively start to reach for the shield that she knew wasn't on her back. Taking in the sight of the one that did the crashing, though, makes her pause and then lower her hand.
By the Matron, this Midlander looked like he had been through at least one of the seven hells and back again. She almost wants to reach for the staff she knows is on her back and offer her aid.] Are you all right?
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The almost-crash from another party was enough to jolt her out of her reverie and make her impulsively start to reach for the shield that she knew wasn't on her back. Taking in the sight of the one that did the crashing, though, makes her pause and then lower her hand.
By the Matron, this Midlander looked like he had been through at least one of the seven hells and back again. She almost wants to reach for the staff she knows is on her back and offer her aid.] Are you all right?