Iara rose from a fairly comfortable slumber and inhaled sharply through her nostrils.  Though others found it quite foreboding, she had always loved the rain.  She wiped build-up from the corners of her eyes and raised from her cot on the floor.  She stumbled nude into the kitchen, dimly lit by the few candles she had strewn about.  Her first priority was breakfast, clothing came second.<br/><br/>She opened a door in the floorboards which held a compartment designed for the storing of foods, and removed small breaded nuggets of fish.  She always received excellent food from the bar which most would have to acquire through trade, or spending a rather pretty penny.  She kindled up a fire with what little dry wood she still had and placed a metal slab over the top of four bricks and proceeded to cook her first meal of the day.<br/><br/>After the morning meal and other various activities she headed for the tavern, swaying her umbrella above her as she walked, catching and returning winks from passerby's.  As far as she was concerned, she was more famous than notorious.  While walking she noticed someone, it wasn't the eccentric attire either, something about this woman demanded attention.  While maintaining her stare Iara's left foot slipped directly into a small puddle and she cursed quietly.  Feeling flustered and quite embarrassed she tucked her chin downwards and proceeded to the tavern with haste.  She would generally flaunt herself in front of the butcher's shop window as she enjoyed the teasing, as well as the voyeur aspect, but after her incident with the puddle she had no intentions of flirting, at least not until she had a taste of whiskey at the bar to seal her morning.