The Weary Wanderers
Shoneah still had her pack on her back. She'd just woken up about a few hours before and made her way to the very same market where Exile was and had spotted her. She was still early in her Spirit quest. It was really more of just a quest to find herself and find adventure. Perhaps this would be the location to spurn this adventure, or perhaps it wouldn't. She only knew she needed a few more traveling clothes and other traveling supplies. She was setting about to obtain these things, when she noticed the stranger. She had tried to make him out, then she looked away when he began to get too close, hoping he hadn't seen her staring. Some thought staring to be quite rude, and she was a princess and could not afford to be accused of rudeness. Such behavior was unbecoming an Indian princess.
She watched as the rather large gentleman approached near to her and then suddenly turned aside into the store. She wondered what he meant by this action. Did she imagine it, or was he sending her some sort of message that he wanted her to follow him. She wasn't sure, but she did know that she had to be careful of people in this town, especially if they knew that she was an Indian princess. This very knowledge could potentially put her in danger. She knew this, yet she still felt strongly about her spirit quest. She considered carefully for a moment the potential consequences of her actions, before she resigned to slowly and cautiously following him. Perhaps in the cover of such a crowd, she'd be safe from harm. She came within about a large tiger's length from him in the store, before she came to a stop and pretended to browse some of the goods nearby. One of her gray eyes carefully watched him as she brushed that satiny silver hair behind her ear, so it wouldn't obstruct her view of the intriguing stranger.