The weather was nice and the sky was clear, Amina took a deep breath. These were Razan’s favorite type of day. The gypsy didn’t have a particular mission, maybe get some bread for Sir Swoopy and herself and possibly something for Hossein and Surayyah. A token of appreciation, to share her gratitude that she didn’t have to go through this alone. The alchemist liked to give gifts and she found it easier to express herself through them.
Amina meandered her way to a baked goods stall and bought a couple pieces of bread, one for her and one for Sir Swoopy. Stuffing them in her bag for later, the varenkun made her way to other stalls, looking for gifts. The alchemist had absolutely no idea what to get for Hossein but Surayyah was a bit easier. Although her mother did seem to have an abundance of jewelry and perfumes so maybe she would appreciate something different.
The gypsy stopped at a trinkets stand to attempt to see if Surayyah might like anything there. While thinking, Amina absentmindedly made conversation with the owner.