[The door suddenly opened to let a great gust of chilly air in, blowing around the literature, and a waif of a girl. The pieces of mismatched clothing she had on were soaked and she shivered as she pushed the door closed.
Turning to look the coffee shop over, Kara's eyes darted about half-scared and she lifted her head a bit... like she was taking in the scent of something. She was cold, wet and hungry and this was the first place she'd seen since since the moon's call had let her go.
After a moment of hovering by the door, Kara chose a seat close to the fire. With as little as she was wearing (which obviously looked pieced together from someone's clothesline) in comparison to the weather outside, the girl should have been a Popsicle, yet her skin still held that rosy vibrant color and not the pale clammy look one would expect.
Shoulders hunched forward, Kara kept glancing at the woman by the window while she warmed her hands, her legs bouncing to help warm her shoeless feet.]
The Barrel
Turning to look the coffee shop over, Kara's eyes darted about half-scared and she lifted her head a bit... like she was taking in the scent of something. She was cold, wet and hungry and this was the first place she'd seen since since the moon's call had let her go.
After a moment of hovering by the door, Kara chose a seat close to the fire. With as little as she was wearing (which obviously looked pieced together from someone's clothesline) in comparison to the weather outside, the girl should have been a Popsicle, yet her skin still held that rosy vibrant color and not the pale clammy look one would expect.
Shoulders hunched forward, Kara kept glancing at the woman by the window while she warmed her hands, her legs bouncing to help warm her shoeless feet.]