[Training] Beautiful flaws

Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies The sound of distant thunder rumbled overhead as a small figure hurried along the streets of the settlement, wrapped in a heavy waxed cloak that was already soaked through by the shoulders. Rain whipped against the walls and shuttered windows and made the fresh coat of color in many houses weep down the facade, dyeing the overflowing gutters a garish yellow. Though it was still fairly early in the morning it was dark enough to fool anyone into thinking Longnight had returned for seconds, and even the most devoted festival preppers had surrendered to the weather, retreating indoors to warm hearths and steaming mugs of brew. The figure made it's way past a few of the shops, hesitated in apparent confusion before two similar looking ones that sat door by door, but eventually chanced a knock on one of them and huddled anxiously for a moment before cautiously prying it open to peek inside. "Hello, Sam? Are you here?" A strong gust of wind drove into her back then, and with a shudder as something cold and wet began to slowly seep down the spine, Maea entered the space within and closed the door behind her. Pushing back the hood of the cloak with a pale-fingered hand, she adjusted the grip on a wooden box she carried under the other arm and looked around. Hoppfully this was the right place... asking around for directions had not been easy in this weather, and the bad never had cause to visit the bookmaker's shop before. Samuel