Turning a corner out of an ally way, Noah thought he saw bird feathers. But as he fallowed the wings, he realized they were attached to not a giant bird, but a person. He was going to turn the other way and not even ask, but something inside him forced him to start fallowing the girl. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, not sure why he was doing this, and started casually walking behind her, not making a sound.
"What the hell am I doing? Two hundred years I live alone and now, all of a sudden, I decide to make myself known. What's this? The third person I've met? I should really stop walking around civilization.."
Subject: Roaming the streets. 
Wed Dec 17, 2008 2:55 pm