Today though, she’d taken shelter on the steps to the cathedral, huddled into her oversized sweater. Somehow, this tiny corner at the top of the steps, just barely big enough for her, was spared from the soaking wet that covered the rest of the city. Sinaloa wasn't very noticeable, to the people wandering around touristing or too focused on going about their business. The small person barely made a sound as she slept peacefully, all scrunched up in the corner, like a cat hidden in the smallest space it could find.
It’d been a few days since she’d arrived at the town, guided here by…
She’d forgotten his name. She’d been trying to remember before she fell asleep but couldn’t for the life of her recall his name. His face, yes, but not his name. She even remembered every other word he’d said, particularly the invitation to join Fairy Tail. She wanted it, wanted to belong to a family like the one her mothers had created. It was painful on her own. Sinaloa started crying in her sleep, dreams turning towards better days when she was brave.