Lizbeth decided to stay at that diner until broad daylight, still recovering from that cold night. She still feels some tightening in her chest, some awkward feeling as if you need to cough, but you can’t. Another hot tea might bring a bit relief, even if at home she’s got some more effective mixture first such case. But here and now there isn’t much danger in this diner, so why not just wait a bit and return safely.
Not even that wide shouldered big man, built like a brick house is not a threat. Yes he’s curious about an anthropomorphic doe, as many people. Lizbeth is used to such non-believing eyes, as long as there’s no hatred in them.
“No, sir, I’ve been around for a few years now, but it’s first time for me in this place. I live outside of town. Please excuse me if my appearance startles you.” While she adjusts her linen vest over her furred woman-like upper body, she looks at that entering figure, hooded and mysterious. But something strange comes from that seemingly young individual, anxiety, fear, darkness is key, only his presence seems to dampen somehow the atmosphere.
Lizbeth checks the money she has and is ready to pay that hot chocolate if needed, but she doesn’t impose herself.
The giant man is as intrigued by the hooded kid as the waitress, other patrons simply look away.
Lizbeth’s hot tea descends her throat like a healing balm, the peppermint somehow opening the clamped lungs of that doe. Sage, Verbena, Thymian, this is what she needs right now.
Not even that wide shouldered big man, built like a brick house is not a threat. Yes he’s curious about an anthropomorphic doe, as many people. Lizbeth is used to such non-believing eyes, as long as there’s no hatred in them.
“No, sir, I’ve been around for a few years now, but it’s first time for me in this place. I live outside of town. Please excuse me if my appearance startles you.” While she adjusts her linen vest over her furred woman-like upper body, she looks at that entering figure, hooded and mysterious. But something strange comes from that seemingly young individual, anxiety, fear, darkness is key, only his presence seems to dampen somehow the atmosphere.
Lizbeth checks the money she has and is ready to pay that hot chocolate if needed, but she doesn’t impose herself.
The giant man is as intrigued by the hooded kid as the waitress, other patrons simply look away.
Lizbeth’s hot tea descends her throat like a healing balm, the peppermint somehow opening the clamped lungs of that doe. Sage, Verbena, Thymian, this is what she needs right now.
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