So to distract the mind she would actually be seriously looking upon the stalls and what people were selling to get the itch off of her mind the thoughts she normally knew it was good to hide away such things, it would only cause problems not only for her but for other people as well.
Even then distractions would hopefully do her good to actually try to not given into the horrible thoughts she carried that she wanted to do on other people. Out of spite, rage various buried past she had with in until some one knew who she was and remembered who she was for sure she would never mention it to anyone again. But until that vary time arrived she would have to toy not only with her own thoughts, But her own desires and problems.
In the end she needed to think about how she wanted to look and what exactly she was looking for objects where nice but she in the end never felt the need for the material, So whatever she was shopping her she would learn over time at this point.
But the single problem still rises slow with Priscilla while she roamed quietly, the one she always avoids, even avoiding for just the few moments. Continuing walking upon the people the she thought slowly and realize, one thing in her mind slowly kept going into such a the thought.
Maybe just maybe she could just maybe, break the neck of one of the stall owners, not only that just maybe even make a knife and quietly tear a person into pieces and leave it open to all for see, The display of violence to such a degree then just no other reason to just feel the relief of such problems to just be gone, to rid the aggression built with in her that always slowly builds up at vastly random points of her day or if lucky months, But anything to rid the overly dangerous desire for such events in her mind.
Her only purple eye focusing on various necklaces that where made by a peaceful looking goldsmith, why such a person would go here and why not just make a shop was something she wondered. All of varying stones, gems and even neatly polished rocks that were not as costly for people to buy if they really wanted, something Priscilla could find a bit admirable of this goldsmith. With that she would slowly travel to the next stall and the person who would selling items.
While she slowly walked to the next one she felt her hands twitch for one simple moment, Fighting such a feeling always became harder for her, she knew it lingered even if she did not think about it.
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