Bonjour mon petite voleur. [She chuckles, huddling a bit at the snow and nodding her head down the path.] Sooner would be better than later, yes? [Even as she speaks she's walking through the wind, shoulders hunched against it. The rest of the weekend did not look promising if it was going to continue to snow this much.]
[Action] Feb. 4th
[Even as she speaks she's walking through the wind, shoulders hunched against it. The rest of the weekend did not look promising if it was going to continue to snow this much.]