@artificialperscn {{a little starter from xx}}
This February, New York has been absolutely brutal with dangerously low temperatures and snow that has turned everything ~briefly~ glowing, crystalline white. The sun had struggled that morning when she was on her way to work and her face ached with the smile. But eventually the cold in tandem with hours of treating the city's forgotten brings aching joints and a stiff back and a little less wonder at the still falling flakes. But it isn't the snow, the fairly quiet night and surprisingly low traffic that casts faint glowing pools of colour that catches the nurse's eye. Instead, as she passes by one of the neighbourhood flower shops, it's a stark pair of figures. The man she knows is tall, he has at least a foot on her, and as far as she can tell, has not moved a muscle since she'd come by nearly twelve hours earlier. The second figure is the one that concerns her the most. The man's dog is gorgeous and such a good companion, sitting quietly beside him. Anyone else might let this go. But Beth isn't just anyone. She unwraps the hand-knitted scarf from around her face and neck, and approaches the pair slowly, trying to be as non-threatening as possible. Not hard to do when you're short and fine boned and weigh probably less than the dog. She holds the scarf in between two small hands, ready to offer it to either man or beast as needs it the most. Words whisper soft as the fog creeping up from the exhaust vents and from out across the bay. "Uhm, excuse me...sir...but...ah....how long have ya been here? Wha' I mean is...d' ya need help? Mebbe ya lost or somet'ing?"
