from the flame, I emerge
with the strength i have earned
Devann needed to get away, that seemed to be her excuse for everything these days, but if someone could see into her mind, they would see why she so often needed to get away. It made connecting with people difficult, but so did her gift. She wasn't so sure if it really was a gift or if it was a prison sentence that some higher power thought she could handle. Either way, she was stuck with it and there was no way for her to escape what it did to her. This was a new city though, and this time she was going to try her hardest to keep her distance from people, at least that was the goal. The girl had taken precautions, it had to be done especially if she wanted to survive. Rent needed to be paid, especially since it was growing stressfully close to the due date.
As Devann wandered through the somewhat shady west side of town, she made sure to keep her eyes open for any help needed signs in shop windows. She was losing hope when she spotted a bookstore that somehow stood out to her, maybe it was the store name West Side Stories. It didn't have a sign in the window, but she had always loved getting lost in a good book, so she figured she would go in and try her luck in asking if they were looking for any extra help. A deep breath was drawn in as she crossed her glove covered fingers and sent up a quick wish to whatever was listening before pushing the door open.
The smell of books hit her, it was a pleasant smell, one of the things that brought her comfort. Before heading directly to the counter, she decided to explore the shelves for a few moments. Fingers drifted over the spines of books, a small smile touching her lips as she pushed her bright pink hair over her shoulder. After a few minutes, she finally made her way to the front counter and looked around for any sign of another person who could answer her question.
"Hello? Anyone here?"
She knew it was a stupid question, the door wouldn't have been unlocked if there was no one else here. At least she made her presence known, that was the main purpose of speaking anyway. Her tongue brushed over her lower lip before she nervously bit down on it as her fingers tapped on the solid wood counter.