<span style="font-style: italic">Standing there, staring blankly in to the cafe where people were talking together, enjoying each other's company, the girl could not help but feel a little jealous. She too, wished that she had someone to spend with like that, make cherished memories together, talk and laugh, smile and be happy. How she missed it, being loved, or even just liked by someone else. It seemed so very long ago that she had that, until the one day when it all simply just vanished, and she was left alone. Deserted, stranded...utterly lost, with no one left there to be by her side.<br/><br/>That was why she had left that place. Moved on, trying to find out where her family could have gone. Or at least find out the reason as to why they had all but vanished in to thin air. It had been a usual night for her and her kind, and they had all retired for bed. It seemed normal, until the next morning she'd awoken to find every single room that should have been occupied...empty. No trace was left behind, no note, not a single clue as to where they could have gone.<br/><br/>Her eyes gaze longingly within the building, the warm lights, the cheery glow. The evening was beginning to darken, and street lamps were being lit, the fire of the candles dancing within the glass cases, making the snow glitter and sparkle like millions of diamonds and crystals. The snow showed no sign of stopping, and the clouds up above just seemed to grow more dense and more dark by the minute. A harsh wind blows past, tugging at her dress and hair, making the long silvery strands whip at her face, making her cheeks sting just slightly. But even so, the pain passes, and once again she feels nothing.<br/><br/>A moment passes and much to her surprise, the door to the cafe opens and then closes, a jingling bell announcing this happening. Shifting her gaze to where the noise had come from and the brief yellow flooding light from the open door, she sees a young woman. She had auburn hair, which was in a braid. For some reason, something about this human female seemed a bit...off. The strange girl's honey gold eyes gaze at the human, a blank expression on her face.<br/><br/>Even after seeing this, she does not move. Wind continues to blow every so often, making her hair fly around haphazardly, but never seemed to mess it up. Her face, already pale naturally, was beginning to get paler, appearing as if it was literally freezing over, the color all but vanishing and leaving nothing but an icy slate gray behind. A frosted ice creeps up from her neck, slowly covering her jaw then her cheeks, giving her skin an even more frozen look to it. Her legs were already patched with frost, and her feet looked like they were completely frozen solid. Faint puffs of white fog escape from between her blue-gray lips.<br/><br/>Little by little her whole form becomes frozen, as snow, frost and ice cover every inch of her body. She wondered, as she stood there, if the human woman would look at her. And even if she did, would the woman SEE her, not just look right past, look right through, like they always do? It seemed that only small children, from the age of twelve and under, could actually see her, feel her presence, and acknowledge her existence. Talk to her, realize that she too was real. But would this woman? There was that something about her, that made it feel that she was not like all the other adult humans. But maybe it was just her loneliness speaking.<br/><br/>Loneliness or not, she couldn't help but take one step, then a few more, in the direction of where the human was standing outside, the wind changing in direction with where she was walking, blowing from behind her. But, after a split second, she stops, not walking any further. What would she do? And, if she was seen...and spoken to...what would she say? She had no idea, none at all, how to really, truly converse with the humans that were all around. So instead she waited. Wondering.</span>