<div class="floatleft">(http://mehwhatever.com/profile/pics/marathefau.jpg)</div><strong>Name~</strong>Mara Capra<br/><br/><strong>Job~</strong>(https://s10.postimg.org/x9itnt1fd/banners4.png)<br/><br/><strong>When~</strong>15 September, mid-afternoon, just after opening.<br/><br/><strong>Tagging~</strong>Noticing Beliel and Akira, Caliroesis<br/><br/><strong>Side Note~</strong>n/a<br/><br/>Bustling in at five minutes to the hour, Mara was feeling pretty proud that she’d made it on time. Traffic was heavy and her head was splitting- she was going on hour eight of having her horns hidden. Her day had been busy running errands across town, including picking up her last paycheck at her former employer, Berbati’s Pancake House. Leaving the place that had taken her in as a scared little Faun from the woods nearly a decade ago was bittersweet. She’d miss the banana pancakes and incredibly strong coffee. And the...yea, that was pretty much it. Mara was more than happy to bid adios to the rowdy bar-close customers and smelling like grease after every shift. Mostly, she’d not miss hiding her true identity. Funny how that worked. She’d longed for the human experience- to her own detriment. Now she eagerly sought refuge among her kind, away from humans.<br/><br/>As soon as the Faun stepped into Cafe de Fae, she let the door close behind her and allowed her eyes to adjust to the difference in light- and feel. Breathing deeply, she smiled softly and pulled on the thin gold chain around her neck. Fishing out the horned talisman (https://cdn-img-1.wanelo.com/p/5a5/460/d07/bc9effd5af352ae2e97ddaf/full_size.jpg), Mara rubbed it lightly as she looked around. Within seconds, her excruciating headache disappeared. Tucking the talisman back into her crisp white blouse, she ran her hands through her thick brown hair, revealing two tawny, relatively small inwardly curling horns. Her light grey eyes adjusted as well, pupils morphing from the rather limiting human circle to the narrow vertical slit pupil found in goats. Her peripheral vision improved drastically. Blinking a few times and letting out another sigh- the kind one does when feeling immense physical relief, Mara beamed a wide smile and walked into the cafe.<br/><br/>Behind the bar, she grabbed a half-apron and tied it around her waist, tucking a pencil and order pad into a pocket. Glancing around, she took in the space. The one who she was guessing was the bartender was here- though she had yet to meet him. A few others, one might be a patron, and one definitely was a guest.<br/><br/>Noticing the differently-garbed woman sipping coffee, Mara put on a warm smile and approached her. “I see you’ve been set up with some coffee. Would you like any more, or can I get you anything else? We’ve got a variety of cakes that are simply divine.”<br/><br/>Smiling again, Mara couldn’t help but feel the woman seemed familiar. Not that they’d met before, just that she reminded her of home for some reason. She didn’t have the innate sense to determine “kinds” of Fae. Rather, she could spot a human from a mile away. Fae stood out in that they were simply not human. Where this woman fell on the spectrum, she couldn’t tell. Just that it seemed very earthy and comforting.