[hr][h1][center][color=#ff6666]ELIF[/color][/center][/h1][hr]
[color=#ff6666]“Huh?! What do you mean the bread hasn´t cooled off yet?”[/color] said Elif, taking no measures to hide the major disappointment in her voice. The large woman running the bakery let out a dramatic sigh and adjusted her glasses, too busy with paperwork to even glance at the rambunctious teenager in front of her. “Come back in half an hour.”

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Elif leaned on the side of a wooden fence, letting the soft green grass be her dining table for the occasion. In the end she had simply opted to purchase a small cake. Her father would no doubt begin a lecture on proper nutrition if he saw what she had purchased instead of the usual morning bread roll. He was always tucked away in his infirmary and neither of them could cook, so Elif knew most of the nearby dining spots by heart. And of course, years of her barging in meant that some of them knew her too. 

She was unhappy with a lot of things in her life and frequently felt unsatisfied with the lack of freedom she had despite living fairly independently. One thing that had never ceased to stop pleasing her, however, was the sight of the great blue sky above her. Elif couldn´t fathom why people would ever choose to eat indoors when such scenery existed. She ate her cake in silence, pleased with another regular day passing its course. 

Elif licked her fingers of whatever traces of sugar remained and began idly heading off to the Shinganshina market district. She had already helped her father set things up in the morning and figured that she probably had a bit more time to kill before having to head back. Her thoughts were abuzz with the impulses that tended to happen when exposed so frequently to the markets. Maybe she´d buy another novel, or perhaps she´d check if that headband she wanted was still for sale. These were all interrupted by the resounding cry of the return of the survey corps. If there was one personality trait that Elif could be solely defined by, it would be overwhelming curiosity. She quickly made her way towards the source of the voice, eager for answers.