<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Tamia Sciurus</span><br/><br/>Looking over the windows and now open door of the cute little bistro, Tamia detoured between the other pedestrians, not a thought in her head about startling or disconcerting any of them.  Her skirt and tail simply skimmed their legs as she danced in front or around them, her red-eyed attention focused sharply upon the menu displayed at the side of the entryway.<br/><br/>Standing in her heels at a modest 5' 2", she contemplated the luncheon choices with a fingertip tapping at her lower lip.  Her ears swiveled at the various noises about her, the slight pink inside them backlit with sunshine through her reddish-brown coat.  Under the brilliant yellow of her dress, the squirrel-girl's cleavage was distinctly pale in comparison to the rest of her coloring.  The frontal stripe of her body, crawling right between her thighs and up the underside of her four foot long tail, was all a creamy white-blonde.  The rest of her was cinnamon-red-brown, including her shiny eyes, large within her head.<br/><br/>Pouting as she blinked at the options, one delicate foot lifted a sandal-strapped heel to slide that ankle against her opposite calf.  Her balance perfect, the feathery tail poised to alter at a moment's whim, she held very still... for a moment.