#swcrdlily

   ❝ excuse me, miss? could i bother you a moment ... i just need a bit of help. ❞ the fifth stranger the young woman approached on this late morning, turned away without so much as a single word. the constant feeling of rejection was puzzling, as she was unable to figure out the right approach to successfully acquire some helpful directions. was it due to her garbs? clearly, she was a foreign traveler -- attired in bright shades of violets and pinks. a tall pearl painted staff with floating crystals of iridescent shades was strapped to her back, and she stood on boots with a helpful two inch heel to add to her petite frame. as yet another individual turned from the woman, she sighed but respectfully continued along whilst gracefully tucking a few of her long pink strands of hair behind a single ear. pale blues scanned her surroundings as she came to another brief pause in her path. 

A soft hum escaped the small woman as she finished her food, setting her silverware down on the now empty plate. She toyed with her hair for a moment before silver eyes shifted towards the other. She tilted her head ever so slightly, unsure of who was approaching due to that being her blindside.