Unlike the prior five days of the week, as expected of mid-April, the weather had been far too dismal for someone to conceive the idea of taking a stroll and enjoying the beauty of the natural world. However, the world seemed to have moved past its tearful pity party and decided to part the grey curtains to allow the sun a chance in the limelight. And thus the overall forecast, as surmised by the weather channel, for the day was partly cloudy with temperatures in the low seventies. Without a doubt, a perfect time to be out and about.
Bringing us to where Charlotte finds herself now–following one of many trails cutting through the nearby park.
Said plot was not of a size in which it could be considered a forest, for it was one you might come across in the center of a metropolis. But even still, it was a good several acres of untouchable land. Yet despite its proximity to the center of the city’s hustle and bustle, it seemed unaffected by the pollution produced by the vehicles skirting around its boarders, the chimneys and such atop rooftops. people smoking cigarettes, and general sources of CO2 output. While the uneducated could only chalk this up to what amounts to magic, those with even a touch of knowledge knew it was kept as such by the city’s usage of HAUET laborers; the various glamoured, registered extraspecies citizens. After all, there were certain extraspecies that had an abnormal affinity for the natural world, one such that their mere presence diminished the harmful effects begot by the product of society’s ingenuity and progress.
This was not immediately obvious, though. Extraspecies with such an affinity were permitted to earn compensation for such work only if they remained under their glamour at all times, and when they could not in order to do so, were to find a secluded spot while under the scrutiny of their assigned HUAET officer to drop their magic guise. As such, unless someone stumbled upon one while under these specific circumstances, anyone Charlotte passed by could be an extraspecies. If their glamour was of fine quality, that is, otherwise there’d be certain characteristics in their appearance that’d give away their inhuman heritage.
But it wasn’t something of this nature that caught her attention.
Nay, rather it was the act in which gravity started to yank her down to the ground after something in her way tripped her up. It was a pair of legs wearing a thing of black jeans, leading up to a torso that was submerged in a sewer grate towards the edge of the sidewalk.
“Owch,” the individual intoned, remaining in their spot.
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