#frostbittenwings

Walking in the damp winter snow, Mriam left her footprints in the snow as she walked back to her apartment building to grab extra clothes and then head off somewhere else. The soft mush under her feet slowed her down, but if she stopped now, she would never make it to her nest destination. She had to preform at a public fundraiser for people who're in the hospital at the moment and not being there would ruin her and her reputation. Her acoustic guitar was on her back also slowing her down some, hoping that by the end of the snow storm it would be in okay condition. 

A silhouette was in the distance and all the VOCALOID could do was stand there in quiet. What should she do? She never knew someone was coming this way, she made sure no one came near this area around this time. Taking her guitar off of her back, she held it in front of her, using it as a weapon if needed. She doubts that the stranger is hostile, but there's no telling what goes through someone else's mind.