<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CPsyQMH.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tira Cordelia Johnson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=317894.msg15321085#msg15321085)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Tee-Tee<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ff/65/00/ff65006c9f8d3faf1aac1ec4c85caa87.jpg).<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Church and Wellesley Neighborhood (The Village) (https://www.torontorentals.com/neighbourhood-guide/toronto/church-wellesley) | 80 Wellesley Street, East | Her Apartment<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>(M) The Crew- Kay, Mila, FeFe, Lee-Lee<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Sipping a cuppa on her balcony and debating a visit to the Temple.<br/><hr/><br/>She loved the Village.<br/><br/>It amused her to think that every major city had one, a place where those who did not fit the heteronormative fairy tale washed up and blended in. In Toronto? The Village was actually right in the middle of downtown and though the rental prices were just a BIT high, she wouldn't trade it for anything. The noise, the parties, the people? This was a place where she was accepted, no matter the oddness of her hair and eyes, or the clothing she chose to wear.  Hell, others looked just as fantastical as she did and no one ever looked twice. Of course, Tee cultivated that look. She did not want to fit what people assumed about her. She did not want to be average. Her younger years had made striving for adequacy a curse.<br/><br/>She had gone to school, studied fitness and then chucked it all to become a yoga instructor.  She spent hours at the range, practicing with a compound bow, her fingers sore from the pull of the drawstring, shoulders taut from the poundage used. When she thought about what had drawn her to the bow it was always the Temple and the hazy days of child hood. She didn't recall much, never had. The whole thing had felt like  dream or an imaginative game. However, the girls involved had become a part of her and she carried them with her when her family left Toronto behind, just after elementary school.<br/><br/>It had taken years for her to return, years spent in transit, in the US, in Central America, in India and Europe. In that time, she had lost her dad to cancer and her mother had remarried and moved to Japan. So, she came back home to the place that had always felt safest.  In the interim, Tee had stayed in contact with Mila and Kay, emails flying across the miles in an instant, but FeFe and Lee-Lee? They had been a bit younger and harder to stay in contact with.<br/><br/>Did FeFe's people still have the Temple and why in the hell was she thinking about that right now? Maybe, she'd go and check in tomorrow. A smile touched her features even as she grabbed her mug and headed out to her balcony to drink a last hot cup of tea before bed.<em>'Tomorrow. I'll go...tomorrow."</em>