Garma gave a soft sigh as she floated along the sidewalk towards, well nowhere in particular really, Garma was looking for a place to get something to eat, though eating wasn’t really needed she wanted to taste something sweet, yet the area was still new to her. Today Garma found herself wandering the Chamomile district and yeah she could have just gone to the minimart but where was the fun exploration in that? Garma floated along looking through store windows the most that really stuck out was clothing and places to get tea, and though Garma enjoyed drinking tea it wasn’t what she wanted. Did the area seriously not have a single sweets shop? Unacceptable! Garma chose not to lose hope in her sweet snacks just yet if she keeps looking she’d surely find one right?
“Where oh where are you thou sweets i love so, you can not hide forever~ I will track you down i swear it, I will devour the sweet sugar, Sweets, Sweets, Sweets Garma will find you soon!” Garma hummed softly despite her growing craving eventually her eyes catching glimpse of a few pastries on display in a shop, Garma was very quick to turn and observe the gestures of the people inside. While observing Garma took the prices into account, she may get a discount for being a part of the project she might be able to buy something, she had already given her earnings away to someone that needed it so it left her with little to spend. Garma took out her purse and opened it, suddenly the bright smile turned to a frown with puffed out cheeks, she seemed to have given away much more than she thought, her purse was completely empty, void of all money, it seemed she would have to ask her roommate to try and make something for her. “Oh darn...i really wanted something today too...”
Garma’s head hung low now as she watched the inside of the store with sad eyes, as if she was a lost puppy, though she didn’t expect anyone to help her, she was just a random lady standing outside of a store. Placing her purse back...wherever she pulled it from, Garma gave a heavy sigh it seemed her hopes of having something sweet after her performance were not going to pull through after all. Garma could feel her need to whine to someone rising her chest, maybe if she did that someone would pity her and buy her a snack even if it may have been small. You think that being a goddess means you get free stuff often right? But everythime Garma would tell someone that she was a goddess no one would believe her, and Garma couldn’t blame them. If a person walked up to you claiming to be a being with odd supernatural powers without providing proof would anyone believe them? Well that was the predicament Garma was in every single day.