Noe
The plaza was as crowded as it ever was, and Noe strode through the crowd with her head held high. Thick black hair cascaded down her back, contrasting starkly with the cream-colored sweater that she wore against the chill in the air. Autumn was rapidly turning into winter, and Noe was not prepared. Leafchange was all well and good, but Noe was not a fan of the cold.
But today was a special day, and though the young woman would much rather be inside sipping some hot cocoa, she had braved the cool air in order to gather materials to make a lantern for her mother. It was something that she genuinely enjoyed doing, even as sad as it made her to remember how empty her life sometimes felt without her mother’s strong presence. Even though she’d always been closer with her father, her mother’s absence was keenly felt.
Noe carried a bag on her arm full of the items she would need to craft her lantern, and she made her way to a picnic table set up in the plaza. It was blessedly empty, and she set up her lantern crafting station without a glance for the many passersby. She hoped that someone would come by and join her; it would make the task easier to have some company.
But today was a special day, and though the young woman would much rather be inside sipping some hot cocoa, she had braved the cool air in order to gather materials to make a lantern for her mother. It was something that she genuinely enjoyed doing, even as sad as it made her to remember how empty her life sometimes felt without her mother’s strong presence. Even though she’d always been closer with her father, her mother’s absence was keenly felt.
Noe carried a bag on her arm full of the items she would need to craft her lantern, and she made her way to a picnic table set up in the plaza. It was blessedly empty, and she set up her lantern crafting station without a glance for the many passersby. She hoped that someone would come by and join her; it would make the task easier to have some company.
