A breath of fresh air. [Open]

[NUALA]

It was not often that Nuala would risk escaping the troll market. In fact, she was usually quite at peace with her surroundings, though this day was different somehow. She felt as though the earth had called to her, that she was meant to be out. She had garbed herself in a hooded robe, keeping the hood up to cloak her identity. She dared not wander too far off by herself from the entrance of the troll market, though she did manage to muster the courage to stand outside the well-protected door.

It was exactly as she remembered it, beneath the Brooklyn Bridge. Mostly isolated, except for one troll who was cloaked with their glamour to appear as an old woman. She had a small table, surrounded by crates, and cats. Nuala sighed audibly, as the creature took notice of her and let the feline run free, bowing slightly in her presence. Nodding shallowly, Nuala acknowledged the presence of the troll, hoping inwardly that it would go about its business and ignore her presence. She had cloaked herself with the hopes that nobody would take notice of her. Taking a few paces forward, she wandered just far enough to see the city on the horizon, but far enough back to remain shadowed from anyone without a trained eye.

[WINNIE COOPER]

Winn tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and lit a cigarette. Stashing the lighter in her bag of many things, she paused for a moment to fish out her phone. Looking up at the large metal structure running over her head she took a drag and exhaled the smoke upwards. She watched for a moment to see if the smoke would reach the underside of the bridge but it dissipated before licking even a bolt.

She peered down at her phone, flicking expertly through the options with her thumb. She had it as a measure of pride that she had adapted so well to one handed touch screen handling. She checked news, nothing interesting, pausing briefly to take another drag before moving onto the stocks sections. She let out a derisive noise at the report. The Market wasn't too happy with anything at the moment.

A splash and a cat's howl made her glance up from the screen. She blinked rapidly, her eyes adjusting to the sudden change. A small kitten, rather annoyed at the wetness it was enduring, streaked off into a cluster of trashcans. Beyond that there were two people.

One was an old homeless woman, Winn thought she had seen her around before. The other was wearing...a cloak? She straightened, looking up further. Maybe she was going to a costume party? There was something else about her. Winn could swear the small section of skin she could see had a faint halo around it, like she was glowing or something. With a hard frown at this idea, Winn bit the end of the cigarette. She immediately opened her mouth and let it fall out. Brushing ash off the front of her scarf she smushed the butt. Rubbing her tongue on her teeth to try to get rid of the bitter taste, she took a step back, shrugging to herself.