The next morning Sakura wandered down into town to take a look around. She hadn't instructed to do anything in particular, and she assumed she would be told when she was needed. In a strange city, she didn't think anyone who worked for Gaara would have a hard time finding her if they needed to.
She found her to a marketplace, much like the one in Konoha, only much hotter. All the stalls were under awnings, but unlike in Konoha, where they were protecting themselves from possible rain, here they protected themselves from the sun. People were hurrying around her, eager to get their business done before the sun came out in full force. Now, while it was still early, the temperature was still nice and cool.
Sakura breathed deeply of the Suna morning air. It was definitely different. There was no moisture in the air, no crispness like in Konoha. It was a very dry, clean air. She supposed when there was a wind it wouldn't be nearly so clean, but this morning the weather was perfect, as though Suna wanted to present itself at it's best for her first day there.
Well, she would be glad for it, if that was the case. She was determined to like Suna, whether or not the weather was nice. Having nice weather would be a plus though.
She bought some fruit for breakfast, and something that looked like a cactus, but she was assured by the stall owner who sold it to her that it was quite delicious, once you got past the spiky exterior. Sakura smiled and took the fruit, thinking of how many things in life were like that.
She found a spot in the shade, for even this early the sun was too hot for her comfort. She noticed several locals sitting out on their balcony's soaking up the early morning rays, but she wasn't that comfortable yet. She also noticed how much less clothing people wore here in Suna. She supposed it made sense, but it made her feel a little self conscious all the same. She tried not to stare as beautiful women walked past, clothed in next to nothing. When handsome men passed by half naked, she allowed herself little peeks at least. She supposed her gawking made it obvious she was a visitor, but she figured there was nothing she could do about that. Everything about her marked her as a stranger. Her skin was so much paler, her clothing too warm, not to mention she wore her Leaf village headband.
She leaned back against the cool stone and spent some moments enjoying her breakfast. When it came to the cactus fruit she managed to get away with just a few pricks, and was happy to find that the merchant had been correct; the fruit inside was juicy and sweet, with a slightly tart aftertaste. Delicious.
"Well Suna," She murmured quietly, "you've done well impressing me so far."