Fiona Bacarra
Her arms outstretched to the sides Fiona walked down the street, balancing on the curb as her eyes were closed. One foot before the other, her heels clacking on the ground as she hummed a happy but soft tone, like something you would sing to a young child.
Her were lips up in a large smile, and her hood hid the top of her head and most of her hair twitched slightly. Occasionally, as her cloak swayed in the breeze, a bright red pony tail could be seen, so red that it matched the roses in her hair. If one were to look closely they might have been able to tell that the swaying of her skirt was caused by more than the wind, but rather something below it.
As she walked, a crow landed on the sidewalk next to her, tilting its head as it looked at her, cawing to draw her attention. “Ah! You’re back!” She said cheerfully, before giving a small hop and landing in front of the bird and kneeling down. “Hehe, thanks for your help.” She told the bird, holding out her hand which had a couple of seeds in it, ignoring the odd looks she was drawing from the occasional person that was on the fairly empty sidewalk.
After finishing the offering the bird simply stared at her before cawing one again and flying away, leaving the girl who knows had a frown and drooping eyes. She let out a soft sigh and her visible hair seemed to become a couple shades darker and the occasional swaying of her dress and twitching of her hood stopped, “Nothing huh…” She mumbled softly as her head drooped.
Sighing again in exasperation she raised herself back to a stand, crossing her arms over her chest after she patted down her dress, an intense look taking over her features. “Hmm” she hummed, as she kept her eyes closed.
“What am I going to do now?” She whispered to herself.