Most people passed by without giving her much thought. She would be the black sheep in a typical crowd, but here she had more in common with a statue, stoic and lifeless. Sitting with her legs crossed beneath her, Xiao-Sheng sat on a busy street with a bowl before her meant to collect alms. This was a tradition that she enjoyed. It gave her time to clear her head, focus on her breathing, and witness the kindness in people's hearts. Of course the latter wasn't always the case. Sometimes the bowl would stay empty, which she was fine with, as most cannot be expect to be charitable to everyone. Other times the contents would be taken, and again she would be fine with this, as the one who took will have less to worry about.

It was nearly noon when she opened here eyes for the first time in hours, having been deep in meditation and oblivious to the action around her. The bowl had a few bits of loose change in it, which brought a childish smile to her face. Nearly done collecting her effects she could feel a tug on the back of her robe. Turning to meet it she found a small boy around eight or nine years old. "[color=0072bc]Hello there, my name is Xiao. Who are you?[/color]" The boy was obviously shy, he wouldn't look her in the eyes and swung one foot back and forth.

"[i]Are you a Nun?[/i]"

Xiao couldn't help but chuckle a little. "[color=0072bc]Yes I am. Was there something I could help you with?[/color]"

The boy shook his head and presented her with a sandwich. "[i]I though you might be hungry.[/i]"

"[color=0072bc]That is very sweet of you[/color]," she replied, placing her hands together and bowing before taking the offering. The child ran off without another word.

This was a good day. Now with food and money she could tend to herself for a few days. Itching for a change of scenery she thought about heading over to the park and finding a nice tree to sit under.