The day was a bit of a drag, clouds cascading across the sky and blocking the light blue sky and the bright, warm sun. It was also quite windy; a sign of a possible storm. Mina was walking through town, arms wrapped around her as she kept warm beneath her olive-green sweater. She didn't particularly mind the weather, she was happy no matter what. But she had been expecting clear skies in order to have a party with her sisters and water-nymphs. Lowering her head to keep the wind from blowing in her eyes, the Dryad hadn't noticed the man and ran into him. Snapping her head up with innocent and apologetic eyes, Mina bit her lip. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" She asked, frightened that she might have angered the man.