As sunlight groggily peeked over the horizon birds overhead began to sing soft tunes. Much like the small feathered beings above Lana was up fairly early. Her lips pursed, a quiet whistle tune that followed the birds coming from her. She often enjoyed morning walks like this, they were rather calming to her.
Her eyes darted around as she watched the small groups of people walking towards bus stops or people going to their cars, perhaps all getting ready to go to work. She shoved her hands into the warmth of her coat pockets as her whistling faded into quiet humming. Soon enough something caught her attention, a white mass of fluff to be exact.
White? Perhaps an elderly person who happened to have a mound of fluffy healthy hair? She turned her head to catch a glimpse only to see it was actually a young man- how strange! Her lips pursed, that was surely odd, it wasn't everyday you'd see a white haired person. Before long, she found herself staring.
