Quietly she stepped forward, moving until she was at the desk. Where was Mr. Ravnos? She glanced around. Today, her hair was tied into a ponytail, and she was garbed like usual. Plain white shirt and jeans, black shoes. It was a simple wardrobe she had, nothing with beautiful lace or bright colors. Oddly enough, she just really liked the color white.
The thin piece of paper she had clutched in her hands fell to the floor, in a clumsy movement of hands and fingers. It floated to the ground and landed soundlessly. Angelica frowned. Her reflexes were getting slow, and that couldn't be a good thing. Aside from the few tricks she could perform with her ice magic, she was useless in a fight. She couldn't throw a punch anymore than a toddler could.
She leaned down and picked up the paper. Once in a standing position again, she glanced around. Where was Mr. Ravnos? Surely he'd heard her come in?
"Mr. Ravnos?" she called out softly, so as not to be too loud. This was a library afterall. All she wanted to do was make copies of this paper, but she wasn't sure where the copy machine was, and surely it would take her ages to roam thru all of the library and find it. Idly, she stared at the paper, pondering.
Was this a good idea? A sort of cooking club gathering. She had to give herself props. For someone who couldn't stand anything more than 80 degrees, she was an unnaturally good cook. But, was this a good idea? She wanted to make friends here, and so far, the only people she'd made friends with were Jarrik, however strange that friendship was, and Mr. Ravnos. No one else really talked to her, and even the two of them she hadn't seen in a few days. In some ways, she felt so isolated.
This place was full of supernatural people, and so far her only companions were a human and a werewolf, and they were both of the male sex. What about a good gal pal? Someone for her to go shopping with or just talk to?
"Mr. Ravnos?" she called, a little louder this time. She was determined to do this. Even if it turned out to be a complete disaster, she would force herself to not regret this. She'd even checked with the kitchen, and it was fully stocked. This would be a good idea. This would work out...if only she could find Mr. Ravnos, so he could help her make copies of this paper.