Walking in a Winter Wonderland

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Character(s): Fran, anyone else
Content: A viera in the snow
Setting: Near the former Clan Centurio headquarters (I8)
Time: Midmorning
Warnings: None

Fran hadn't been expecting to see snow in the city. Proper weather here seemed to be rare and far-between, at that. That and surely no one would have expected to find the domes capable of weather. Yet here she was, with snow around her feet and delicate imprints marking out the path she'd taken to get here.

(If she was still a wood-dweller, she might have cared, but there was nothing to hunt here and nothing she couldn't defend herself from.)

For now, she would simply enjoy the snow as it fell, leaving a sort of pristine freshness to the world, a suggestion that perhaps all that had happened before would undo itself. Of course, she knew such a think was improbable at best, but for a moment she would let herself remember. Perhaps someday the building across from here would even see some use again. Perhaps. She wouldn't dwell on the thought though. And if the passers-by stopped to stare at a bunny-woman standing nearly naked (or so it might seem) in the snow, that much she was at least used to.

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Mulan had still not adjusted to the strange city? No, it was a castle right? That's what she'd heard anyway, but it was still so hard to believe. Sure, she'd seen a lot of things back home, but castles that had multiple worlds inside? How was that even possible? Plus, now it was snowing...inside. Could it get any stranger?

Pulling herself out of her thoughts, Mulan finally glanced up to see...were those rabbit ears on that woman's head? Okay, how could she not stare at that. I mean, it wasn't something you saw everyday, and the lack of clothes was even less common. Or at least it was in her world, and it most certainly proved that yes, things do in fact get stranger. Still Mulan had to admit, she was actually kind of curious about it.

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And as if her very thoughts had summoned up another arrival, a hume-child arrived in the streets. Hardly surprising, here, or most places, but still worthy of a moment of slight amusement under the circumstances. That she'd been all but expecting it didn't matter. Some things were inevitable.

"You stare," she commented, turning to look properly at the girl. It wasn't an accusation, for all that it could have been. Instead, it was merely a comment on what was, as well as a remark that she was aware of the fact that she was being stared at.