[b]-Click...click...-[/b] [u]12:40, Dojo City[/u] [i]It was a particularly chilly day in the Dojo’s resident city, and snow was forecast for later in the day, and many people were trying to get things done around the city before the snow fell. Sparrow was among them, a small girl only 14 years old, jogging around the city with an old, but sturdy looking camera. Her bright yellow eyes darted around in search of anything that stood out, like an artist in a museum looking for inspiration. Very occasionally she would catch her eye on an animal, or a flower growing in an alley, or maybe just a person standing at a window. Each click counted down the time, just up until the first flakes of the day fell. Sparrow hurriedly returned to her little shelter, a heated blanket under a folding table, with a stockpile of photos over a pile of blankets, which sat under all of it. The whole thing sat in one of the cleanest alleys Sparrow could find, and was also where she sold her pictures. She only had a few left to sell before she had to develop more, and she was already setting up shop again in hopes of getting them out before the snow got too heavy. In short time, she was sitting at the table, her legs under the heated blanket, with her pictures out on the table, the $5 price displayed on little scraps of paper under the pictures. Each one was beautiful, almost like paintings, with scenes that were rarely found in nature. Many caught the eye of passer byes, but none came to buy them. Yet.[/i] [spoiler]open, kinda bad intro post[/spoiler]