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Day 3 - Ominar - 07:20[/center]


The early morning light danced across deep brown locks as a small woman walked out of [i]Ambrosia's Bakery[/i]. In one hand, she gripped a Styrofoam drink carrier, two coffees nestled inside. In the other, she clutched a small brown paper bag. Heels clicked against the sidewalk as her small legs carried her from the bakery with purpose. The ghost of a smile played on her lips, deep blue eyes sparkling as she glanced at passersby. On the surface she seemed content, happy. 

If you knew her, though, you would be able to tell she was [i]excited[/i]. 

Three minutes passed before she was at a familiar shop's door. The woman glanced up, looking at the sign that hung above the door, an almost inaudible laugh escaping her lips. [i]Victorious Secret[/i]. It really was a fitting name. The owner had made the right choice. Of course he did. After a moment, she pushed the door open with her hip and sauntered inside, the jingle of a bell and the click of heels the only sounds that followed her entrance. [color=#FA8F8F]"Nabri!"[/color] The warm tones of her voice permeated the air as she greeted the shop owner by his nickname. [color=#FA8F8F]"I brought your favorite!"[/color] The smile on her face widened as she set the bag on the counter, followed quickly by the drink carrier.