Aderyn bounced out of the restaurant, laughing as she skidded on ice. She controlled the slide, ending up with her knee high studded leather boots in a snow drift. She loved it here. The rare steaks. The freedom. The noise. The prey... err people. This place was nothing like any of the human lands the older folks talked about. She figured they forgot how quickly humans changed things. It was exhilarating. She flung her arms out and spun around, the navy and black plaid cape she wore flaring open to show her black tights and silky, navy blue, thigh-length button up shirt. She was about 5'6", unless one counted her hair, which was pitch black, and styled into a crest with the sides shaved short.<br/><br/>Another hop and she was on the sidewalk, strolling along the thin path carved into the snow by many feet. Once in a while she would cross a section where the land owner was responsible and cleaned the whole walk, but mostly she followed the tunnels. There was something about her motion that was bold and energetic, fearless alone in the dark. Of course it got dark at 4:30 in the winter. Not that she was keeping track of time. Her hands were covered with fingerless leather gloves, studded with silver, apparently to match her boots. There was no watch, no cell phone in sight.<br/><br/>The only decision for her now was to continue to explore her surroundings here, or to hunt down that... hum. It was sort of pleasant, something one noticed immediately upon gating into the area. She'd sort of let the gate pick its own target when she snuck out, so it made sense it was drawn or connected to some power here. Tasty. On the other hand, the possibilities for fun here... she glanced at a man walking the other direction down the snow tunnel she occupied. She could already see him deciding some punk wearing boots could be the one to step off into the snow. So chivalrous. Of course his feet mysteriously stuck for an instant, and how odd he tipped over face first into the snow. Really his momentum shouldn't have caused quite that trajectory. Mysteries abounded. Aderyn chuckled softly as the angry man exploded to his feet, embarrassed and chilled. She also followed the snow tunnel past him, enjoying the curses drifting in the air behind her. Her lips held their smile as she let her feet carry her onward, pondering a world of endless possibility.