Post by silverstorm on Oct 11, 2008 4:01:39 GMT -5
Vania skelsey walked into the mall, she was still wearing her beige jodhpurs and Cradle Of Filth band t-shirt from her ride that morning. A rubber band was tied at the side of her top as the shirt was too big but that was the only size 'Lotz Of Potz' had back where she came from. her dreads must have been unusual because a few preppy girls skittered past in tight mini skirts and tight tops peering at her and smirking. What was wrong with them? It was freezing and these teeny tee's on!
Where's the rest of your clothes? You must have left them at the shop. She sneered at them, the almost black, brown eyes glaring with stone cold personality. The girls just glared back and she saw one take a look at Vania's pentagram necklace. Oh my god she's a satan worshipper! They taunted, Vania rolled her eyes. Can't help ignorance. She muttered as she strode off.
Several shops had passed and Vania had seen outlets, groceries, food courts, book stores, surf stores, and even traditional Pacific Islander shops but none of what she was looking for. Excuse me, is there any Pagan or Wiccan shops here? Vania peered over the info desk at a woman in a suit with a false smile. I'm sorry no thinks about that stuff. She said curtly then went back to her phone call.
Vania sighed and walked back to the food court. No Wiccan or Pagan shops? How would she live? She desperately needed a new cauldron and she would have to get her Aunty to send her some seeds to start a herd garden. Once I find somewhere to live. She thought frustratingly, she hadn't sorted a place to stay and at the moment she was living off food cooked over fires while she camped in the car and her horse fed off leftovers from what he Aunty had supplied her with. What's she going to do?
Where's the rest of your clothes? You must have left them at the shop. She sneered at them, the almost black, brown eyes glaring with stone cold personality. The girls just glared back and she saw one take a look at Vania's pentagram necklace. Oh my god she's a satan worshipper! They taunted, Vania rolled her eyes. Can't help ignorance. She muttered as she strode off.
Several shops had passed and Vania had seen outlets, groceries, food courts, book stores, surf stores, and even traditional Pacific Islander shops but none of what she was looking for. Excuse me, is there any Pagan or Wiccan shops here? Vania peered over the info desk at a woman in a suit with a false smile. I'm sorry no thinks about that stuff. She said curtly then went back to her phone call.
Vania sighed and walked back to the food court. No Wiccan or Pagan shops? How would she live? She desperately needed a new cauldron and she would have to get her Aunty to send her some seeds to start a herd garden. Once I find somewhere to live. She thought frustratingly, she hadn't sorted a place to stay and at the moment she was living off food cooked over fires while she camped in the car and her horse fed off leftovers from what he Aunty had supplied her with. What's she going to do?