Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The finite.
Concentration
Was written plainly across her face as she made her way down the streets of Crocus, her boots tapping on the pavement with every step. Clutched in her hands was a piece of paper which was where her concentration was directed towards. It took every last inch of will power to make sure that the paper did not burn to a crisp in her palms. Normally, documents of importance such as maps, directions, and letters from clients turned to ash before her. However, with practice, time, and a great deal of concentration Venir had learned to gain some control of her body temperature. Though not enough for her to properly concentrate upon the map in her hands as well as her surroundings.
Thud!
The young woman fell on her bottom after having collided with one of the many lacrima light posts that littered the streets. "Owww..." She rubbed her forehead, violet irises glancing up at the object in question. As her vision focused it was not the lacrima light post that had caught her attention but rather the building behind it. Through luck or pure coincidence Venir had managed to stop in front of the right cafe which had taken her longer than expected to find. Crocus wasn't exactly running short of cafes. "Well, I'm here now..." She got up and dusted herself off, "How hard can running a cafe be?" It wouldn't be the first time she helped out at a short handed restaurant! Taking a deep breath she entered her temporary place of work the small bell on the chiming at her entrance. Though cheery and bright that sound would soon be like the tolling of bells for a funeral.
ⒶⓀⒾ of Adoxography and of GS
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