Moving swiftly through the streets with her shawl wrapped tightly around her head the girl could only hear the patter of her feet on the street cobbles, and the occasional yell and ruckus of drunken laughter which usually haunted the night. It was late at night, or early morning, depending on how you looked at it, and she had only just got off of work, but it wasn\'t home she was headed for. No, Mia had something else she needed to do first.
Reaching her destination the red headed girl silently walked into the Temple of Adora, her eyes cast to the ground, not even noticing if anyone was around. It was easiest that way.
The young woman knelt in one of the pews, her head bowed and hands folded in prayer, lips moving silently as she spoke the Godess. Her necklace was clutched between her fingers and was being worked nervously. A plain brown cloth covered the girl\'s long bright red hair and her shoulders, giving her a little warmth, but she still felt the chill in the air. A dirty cloth was wrapped around Mia\'s right hand, stemming a bleed caused by a foolish slip of her knife, and the cut underneath stung somethign fierce, but Mia ignored it. She was used to pain like this, and knew she should only concentrate on Adora now she was here.
She knelt still, oblivious to anyone who might walk into or through the temple, trying not to be noticed as she concentrated on speaking to the only being she knew would listen and care. The Godess. She prayed for her parents, her brother, the people she worked for, and last of all for her uncle, that he might one day find kindness in his heart. A tear trickled down Mia\'s face which she quickly brushed away as she moved back to her feet, stiff after staying still in the cold for so long.
Mia\'s eyes rose to the alter, her eyes taking in the picture behind the alter as she slowly approached it. Her eyes darted left and right for a moment, trying to see if anyone was watching, and seeing no one her hand moved out from the pocket in her dress and she placed an apple on the alter. A small offering, but all she could give for now. Before removing her hand Mia rubbed her thumb over a smear of blood which had escaped her wound and cleaned the apple as best she could, wishing she had more to offer.
Her head dropped again, and a small peice of red hair fell forward from under her shawl, which she quickly tucked back away. It seemed to Mia to be some kind of insult to show her red hair in front of the Godess who had the most beautiful red hair in the world. Mia felt like she was some kind of flawed copy in that sense, and was embarrassed to show it.
The girl quickly turned away from the alter and headed back towards the door, wanting to get home and rest before she had to start work again in the morning. Her eyes focused on the floor as she moved and suddenly Mia collided with another figure in the darkness. She quickly stumbled backwards, her head still bowed, blushing furiously, mumbling an apology, not wanting to see who she had run into in case it was someone important, or someone angry. Or both.