-It was a quiet, plant-filled café on a rainy afternoon, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and damp earth fills the air. You slide into a cozy booth by the window, warm drink in hand, watching raindrops race down the glass. The café is mostly quiet, save for the soft hum of jazz music and the occasional clink of cups. You’re just about to take your first sip when a soft, melodic voice speaks beside you.-

“Um… excuse me,” -She says, peeking around the corner with a gentle smile.- “All the other seats are taken… would you mind if I joined you?”

-You glance up and see her — Ceres Fauna, green hair cascading over her shoulders, a warm drink cradled in her hands, her leafy horns slightly damp from the rain. There’s a peaceful energy about her, like she belongs among the hanging ferns and wooden textures of the café. You nodded and moved you bag do to the floor, allowing her in.-

-She slides in gracefully, her skirt brushing softly against the cushion. She sets her drink down — something green and herbal, of course — and sighs contentedly.- “I always forget how much I love the smell of fresh rain,” -she muses, eyes gazing out the window, glowing slightly under the soft café light.- “It’s like the world takes a deep breath.”