Snow and Gifts.(Open for all)

The cold breeze would pass by Demacia's marketplace like a fleeting moment with a butterfly on one's nose. All around, people would step out of their way to acknowledge the armored man with the blue scarf as he stepped through the snow and into the stalls. One of the children would accidentally hit him with a snowball, and he would grin as he bent over and made a snowball of his own, before lightly tossing it at the child and gave him a thumbs up. He would continue walking, giving each store a quick glance for some wares.

Usually, he got some sort of trinket to give his sister and another small item for the Prince... well, King. As he approached a certain stall, he found a delightful little bracelet from an old man's stall, and from the way the old man was trying to advertise it, the necklace must be something he hand-crafted. For someone of old age to handcraft something so beautiful... it must be a true work of art. One that is unknown, apparently.

"Lord Crownguard, for you, I'll lower the price by half!" the man said in a croaky voice as he saw Garen looking at the bracelet.

"No, no. I'll pay full price, and a little extra to help you towards future crafts." Garen said, handing the old man a bag of gold. While it did cost quite a lot for something petite, it was made with earnest hands. Definitely something worth it. As Garen said his goodbye to the merchant and placing the boxed bracelet into one of the small pockets by his chest armor, Garen spotted a certain redhead wandering around the marketplace.

"What a surprise..." he thought, before approaching the person that had caught his eye. "Shyvana." Garen called out, hoping to catch the attention of the Half-Dragon.

Garen flashed Shyvana a toothy smile as he placed his gloved hand on his chestplate before bowing slightly. As he straightened back up, he would glance at the snow around them. While he enjoyed the snow and the festivities that came with it's wake, Garen figured Shyvana wouldn't like it that much being someone more... fiery in nature.

"Perhaps you should wear something to... counter the snow's effects. Like a scarf, for example." Garen mentioned while lightly tugging on his blue scarf. Not only was the scarf to make him warm, it was totally cool looking. He's inclined to think of a cool breeze or a cold stream with his scarf, compared to the red hair of Shyvana.

"What brings you here? Searching for a gift?"

Liana wandered down the market place street wearing a thick pure white fur cloak for warmth, some would say if it weren't for her pitch black hair she would blend in with the snow. She was looking for a little something to get for her parents with what little she had saved up. She had been focusing so much on the stalls that she didn't notice that she was walking right into the back of someone. She fell over onto her behind with a quiet thump.

Liana's face froze in horror the moment she noticed who she just ran into, Shyvana The Half Dragon. She immediately tried to stutter an apology to the league champion but nothing coherent seemed to come out. She looked like a blind idiotic fool the way she was now, all she could hope was she didn't get incinerated alive.

Another white cloak would shift through the marketplace, this time with a hood to keep his head dry. Lucas walked forward, slowly, in order to observe the stalls for an affordable gift. He went to some merchant selling gloves and inspected a glove.

I've seen better. Especially the thumb is too high.

After a lot of searching, Lucas found a pair of gloves that was somewhat acceptable.
"Excuse me. How much do you ask for these?"
"Five Valors"
Lucas resisted the urge to facepalm.
"I don't think these are big enough for my friend, but thanks for the offer, sir."
"I have bigger than these, sir."
"Thanks, but no thanks. Have a good day"
Without saying anything more, Lucas walked on looking for something to give.

James had come down to the market for the day. He didn't look to well-bundled, but to him it sufficed, and he just walked through the snow, keeping a firm footing while he looked for what he needed. In particular, he needed some drawing supplies to replace his dwindling pile of parchment and pencils. He also needed to find a gift for his mother, although he wouldn't be able to make it back to her in time for the official Snowdown celebration this year. Shame.

Soon, he was at the booth across from where the two champions and the small girl were talking, browsing the wares idly. They seemed to be selling exactly what he needed, a stack of parchment complete with a bundle of simple pencils of varying sizes stacked on top of it. He came up to the shopkeeper and haggled for a couple minutes, managing to knock off a few valors before walking away with the supplies.

He gave a quick glance around, looking for a gift, before settling on the stall across the way where everyone else was. He preferred not to mix work and his normal life, but if Shyvana noticed him, he supposed he would have no choice. It also was the first place he'd seen the entire trip that sold those Poro plushies; his mother really loved Poros. He tried to keep his head down and made his way to the stall, grabbing a the only Poro it looked like he could afford. "Uh, excuse me, how much does this cost, sir?" He held the Poro up for the shopkeeper could see, standing right behind Liana.

Shyvana smiled and looked at the small girl. Shyvana recognized her a little, chuckling when Liana spoke to her Shyvana shook her head. "It's okay, dear." Shyvana turned around and looked at Garen before looking back at Liana.

"Tell me, little girl, what's your name?" Shyvana asked her with a smile.

"A pretty name. Rhymes with 'Shyvana', doesn't it?" Garen said, unable to restrain his friendliness. Though he was renowned for being a battle-hardened veteran, he was also a noble and a gentleman. Hell, he was sometimes even a jester. He looked at Liana and grinned. "There's no need to be shy, Liana. We're all friends here."