It was early evenings like this - warm, but with a slight chill in the wind that signaled that winter wasn't quite over - that made Althae grateful to have been taken in by her mothers. Her life could have gone very differently. From what she heard, others of her kind were generally loathed throughout the whole of Telrunya. It would have been easy, too easy, for two daemon to have pretended to overlook her in the ruins.
But they hadn't.
And so here she was today - clothed in a jacket woven from alpaca's wool that helped shield her reptilian physique from the wintry elements atop scales that was covered with a thin, but somehow incredibly warm, body-tight layer, her hair done up in a similar style to her four adopted daemon sisters with accents of jewels woven within. Her eyes had just a touch of mascara applied - noticeable, but not overpowering. She liked how they brought out her eyes... or at least, the seller had said something to that effect. A veteran merchant could overlook any sort of detail - including one's race - when it came to their profit margins. And they always seemed to know what one was looking for, whether a gift or a way to impress that cute boy down at the orphanage. Surely he'd be absolutely smitten now.
But that was neither here nor there. No. Right now, Althae was on a different sort of mission, one of the literary variety. See, Mama Shah was refusing to bring her any books home from the library! How rood? Very. This meant that the inspiring booknoodle had to take matters into her own hands. She'd casually 'acquired' the address for a certain Secretary that had access to the books Althae so desired.
Now she was in front of said Secretary's abode, bag (with supplies from school and extracurriculars) on her side and a certain determination about her. Without a shred of remorse or hesitation, she loudly knocked.
Teigra