[center] Cianna // Lobby[/center]

Cianna breezed through the hotel door, fallen leaves spinning in her wake behind her. Her feet were muddy, her clothing tattered and torn, her hair wild. She approached the desk in the lobby, not a single piece of luggage to her name.

"Hello," she breathed, her voice chiming with the sounds of lonely forests and lackadaisical summers. "Ciana. I reserved a room." she spun on her heels and hopped up to sit on the desk as the receptionist looked through their records. Ciana drunk in all the people - so many wondrous people to learn from! - moving through the premises.

The intercom cut in, the manager's voice ringing through the Hotel. Cianna squealed in delight, unable to stop herself from clapping her hands together in enthusiasm.

"How wonderful!" she giggled, "Actual humans!"