[/html]She knew he didn't really understand, but she was too focused to explain much else. She wanted furniture, dishes, anything to spruce up the home she'd moved into or take when she found her own. She knew that she couldn't stay with Mars Russo forever. He'd find a woman, or she'd find a man, and everything would change. A sigh escaped her at the thought, but she pushed on. "Hard to find really nice stuff lately." For months, she'd found nothing of real use. The earth was taking its toll on everything, and abandoned cities were hit harder by time. There was nothing to keep items in good condition once buildings collapsed. It seemed this shop would prove similar; her eyes hadn't found anything worth keeping.
"'m Krystalle. Krystalle Horzana, y'know? From Cercatori d'Arte." She worked her way into the building, picking through rubble until finally, finally, she came across something worthwhile. A mirror, cracked in the corners but still capable of showing a reflection. Excitement bubbled up through her body.
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