After walking back towards the city proper, I eventually started to see places of pedestrian business. Including one that caught my eye.
The sign above the door read [Moonlit Pages], another reference to wolves and lunar cycles in this city. At this point, I was starting to think the Rimecoat Alpha must own half the businesses here.
Or at least, her pack has had a deep influence throughout the city for some time.
Light grey eyes stare back from the reflection in the store's window as I consider entering.
Clean. Presentable. Somewhat.
My hands trace the imperfect placement of the twin tails at the top edge of my skull.
> It really is harder to do on your own than I expected. I'll have to practice. <
I pulled open the thick glass door and was immediately hit by the scent of inked paper, hot coffee, and a peculiar chemical smell.
Some sort of cleaner that seemed to be used in most commercial spaces in this world. Because a similar smell wafted near each shop as I passed by.
