<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/7e/ba/58/7eba58c0e7f5fcb8d9db30bf301120d0.jpg)   </div><strong>Name~</strong>Caliroesis<br/><br/><strong>When~</strong>15 September, mid-afternoon<br/><br/><strong>Tagging~</strong>Avynn Galagous<br/><br/><strong>Side Note~</strong><br/><br/><hr/>Being clothed was not common for a nymph. But, she had some experience with the other inhabitants of the world. A lack of clothes brought interesting events - either she was shunned for being unclean, or she was propositioned by eager parties. While she enjoyed a good romp now and again, there was more to see and do than that. So, she took on the custom of hiding her body behind a short dress forged by weaving large leaves together and tying the ends with pieces of vine. The makeshift garb still stood out, but at least she wasn't attracting as much attention.<br/><br/>The café stood out to her. Probably because it wasn't for human eyes. There was a magic about, she'd noticed, that kept humans from entering. Which interested her. She had passed the café many times on her casual strolls through the human world. Today, though, she felt drawn to actually see what awaited on the other side of the door. She stood at the edge of the threshold, frowning at the wood from which the door was fashioned. She wasn't dissuaded from the building, though. The tree that had given itself for the door was long dead, but the wood still held a touch of the forest from which it had come. It had been a dying tree, anyway, so she didn't feel so dismayed.<br/><br/>"Coffee is our specialty..." someone said from inside the café.<br/><br/>She hesitated. What was "coffee?" Then, the door began to open. She darted aside and hid in the foliage nearby. No one responded to the man's invitation. He seemed harmless enough, though. She emerged from the bushes and studied him carefully.<br/><br/>"Hello, mortal," she said. Her voice was sultry, without effort. No matter what emotion she felt, her voice always had an alluring quality to it. Even if she didn't want it to. "I am here to..."<br/><br/>She cocked her head to one side, thinking. What<em>was</em>she going to do here?<br/><br/>"I will try some of your 'coffee,'" she said after a moment of thought.