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Himaru watched the sun rise from her mother's old fortune teller's stall. Normally she wasn't awake this early, however she was in need of a bit of extra coin so dusting off the old stall was the easiest way to do so, and the earlier she got started the more coin she could make. It wasn't often she set up shop, maybe once every few weeks. So when she was set up there was usually a steady stream of business throughout the day. 

[b][i]CRASH![/i][/b] Himaru turned around just in time to see that Zen, her partner Haunter, had decided today was the day he was going to be a mischievous pain in the butt. It seemed the pokemon had decided that knocking over one of the crystal balls was a fun activity this early in the morning. With a deep breath she walked over the the now shattered orb looking toward the shadow she knew the pokemon was hiding in. [color=a187be]"That isn't very Zen of you."[/color] She couldn't help but chuckle at her own horrible joke as she started cleaning up the mess. [color=a187be]"These aren't easy to get you know, and this is the third one you have broken since I took over."[/color] The pokemon eventually came out to help pick up the shards. 

Himarua had considered getting a pokeball for Haunter but it had stuck with her mother as a Ghastly with little to no problems so she had ultimately decided there was no benefit to having one. She figured the contraption would only make Zen more mischievous and harder to keep a handle on when out. At least with it out and about he could blow off some steam by helping her with the more...showy parts of fortune telling. Giving him a job usually calmed him down enough to not terrorize her customers. After the mess was cleaned Himaru stood back up and grabbed the spare crystal ball she kept for emergencies. She would still need to get a new one later in case this one broke as well. Though it would take her a while to find and afford one. 

It took her about an hour to set up and by the time she was done the sun had since risen and people were going about there daily business. There were already a few people outside the stall when she finally opened it up to customers so she got to work right away. Most people wanted simple palm or card readings. So it was more or less an easy morning. Some customers were people she knew, others were passing merchants. These individuals were her favorite to get, it was about the only perk to running her mother's old stall, the number of new people she met was greater than if she was simply cleansing homes of spirits or bad energies. She hadn't had much time to people watch but she had caught gossip of a foreigner entering the village, a man with a strange white Vulpix. She hopped the man would stop by her stall at least once while he was in town. Getting to meet him would likely prove interesting. 

After about an hour or so her stomach growled and she realize that she and Zen had yet to eat today, so she temporarily closed her stall and headed toward the nearest Inn, which so happened to be Ryokan. The Inns always had the most interesting people so they tended to attract Himaru to them the easiest. She entered the Inn, ordered some food with Zen floating along behind her, and found herself a seat where she could people watch. There was an interesting bunch at one of the tables two people she didn't quite recognize speaking to William though she was too far to hear what they were talking about, she assumed business. After a few moments of sitting her food was delivered. Though it turns out she apparently hadn't been paying enough attention to Zen who had decided to scare the furret who brought out the food. Luckily it was after there food had been placed on the table. The creature scurried back to the kitchen and Himaru was left to scold her partner once again. He, ignored her and began eating his food and Himarua couldn't help but roll her eyes as she too began eating.