The way she walks and carries herself, as if she'd smile at everything and everyone around her even if they were hostile, it's something inspiring. Her shoulder length hair flowed covering her ears and embracing the early morning breeze. Maybe too breezy, for her headphones kept falling out of her ears; though that happens normally. Her long pointed ears were incompatible with most headphones so listening to music in solitude was often an activity enjoyed at home. Humans often stared at her because she was different, alien, she was an Elf living away from her family and clan. She walked into the local bakery, one of the few places where she was accepted and embraced. The bakery was her absolute favorite place to be despite the fact that she doesn't even enjoy coffee, their signature drink. Too bitter for her sensitive tongue. The employees all knew her name and order. Ara Fleur, medium chocolate milk not too hot, 2 steamy croissants. After exchanging money with the cashier, she sat down with her breakfast in the back, alone. Just how she liked it. Staring out the window at the sunrise and seagulls; this was her happy place. Someone walked in, someone she had never seen before. Entranced, she followed the woman's every move. This unfamiliar woman then proceeded to sit oh so gracefully right at her table. Locking eyes, we both smiled.
dakot was here <3