Outfit
She strolled through town, unfazed by the heat. Summer was working early this year; she wondered if Troy had anything to do with it. A Summer Fae in town might very well spike the temperature a bit. Judging by this heat, winter would be awful this year. Lovely to not be involved in that sort of tug-o-war.
What to do, what to do? The curse of small towns. Despite a wanting inclination towards city life, she couldn’t bare the suffocating steel and iron of every major city. Dublin and Glasgow were so much nicer when everything was wood, brick, and mortar; Boston, New York, Saint Louis. At one time they were perfect. Now they were just steal death traps that made her skin itch.
No, the fate of Human kind had left her to linger in small villages and towns. Not entirely awful, they were breeding grounds of mischief and strife. Entertainment was never short.
She stopped on a corner, waiting for the light to change. A cafe was across the street to the right, and some other little shops. What to do, what to do?