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[color=7bcdc8]"Farewell Mistro! I'll see you when I get back."[/color] Sage grinned at her beloved [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b3/c1/a3/b3c1a3f1dd23a7bea19ec5fd533e2ee3.jpg]feline[/url] as she gathered her belongings. Mistro was a very well behaved calico. It was very rare for a calico to be a male. In fact, only 0.03% of calicos are males. He had been a stray when Sage first moved into the Emerald City. On the day she moved in she noticed him sitting just outside her humble loft. He would affectionately meow to literally ANYONE who walked near him. While most found this trait annoying, Sage found it endearing and thought of it as him performing an intimate concert to the public. Hence the name. She saw it as a good omen that such a friendly creature greeted her at the start of her new stage in life. How anyone could have simply walked past such a pure soul was beyond her. But so much the better, their loss was her gain. The bond between the two had been instant. The first night Mistro stayed over he would lay in the crook of her arm and purr incessantly against her side while she slept. A bonus, since cat purring is found to have healing properties. 

Sometimes when inspiration struck and the urge to paint became overwhelming, Sage would even set aside a smaller canvas for her companion. That way while she focused on her art, he would feel included and have a creative outlet. Sure, most would laugh at such a thing... but Sage has always seen animals as other sentient beings. It is her belief that their life is equal to that of a human. 

As she got ready she twirled about the room, a mixture between a dancer and a tornado. A dancing tornado. One of the traits she mastered in was multitasking; a saving grace in her morning routine. Hair as gold as rays of sunshine had been woven in a messy fishtail braid that hung just past her mid-back. Today was her day off at school... meaning that she had to work at her part-time job. Her work consisted of gardening mostly. Occasionally when busy she would be asked to make coffee or run the register. So having her hair held back would only be beneficial. She decided to wear something sensible, something she would not mind getting dirty. 
The denim bell-bottoms that she used for painting were covered in different shades of colors. Normally most businesses would not enable such attire but Sage did not work at any ordinary 9-to-5 occupation. First of all, the owners at Canis Major shared a lot of her outlooks on life. They were huge hippies like herself who agreed with her "go with the flow" attitude. It was probably the main reason they hired her. Secondly, she was going to be playing in the dirt for eight hours anyway. A brown tank top covered by a lavender zip-up jacket and hiking boots completed the look.

She slung her messenger bag over her shoulder as she walked towards the entryway. She had been using this sort of make-shift sachel for over three years now. It was a faded olive green with various patches sewn all over. Badges stating things like, "Fight the Power", "Fur is Murder", and other noble causes. She managed to juggle keys, a chai tea latte, and her phone as she looked around her [url=https://scontent.fdtw2-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/64711692_10219779627183744_2036073476242014208_o.jpg?_nc_cat=110&_nc_oc=AQl-iQlNCo020cMRCa7KMXC-EJxj_Z1yCACnamUsc4FokhciDTOpXOZRQKhtY1HE21E&_nc_ht=scontent.fdtw2-1.fna&oh=5131ae9d5af7081f629006171ba68f15&oe=5D8E7F03]loft[/url] one last time. 
The cozy living space was way smaller than what she had originally set out for. However, the open floor plan mixed with glass ceiling and large windows made the living quarters appear much bigger. Even though her floor was at the very top of the building, she loved to see the stars at night and the sunrise during the day. She does have to hike up seven flights daily, but the inspiration and positive energy the room provided is well worth it. Besides, maintenance said the elevator would be fixed soon.

After confirming that she did indeed have everything, she bounded down the steps of her building and made her way towards Canis Major. Sage did have an old fashion, 1974 V.W Beetle. It was sky blue with clouds and daises painted down the side. She loved her bug Wanda very much but, she only drove her on long distance trips. During short distances, she preferred to walk in an effort to reduce her carbon footprint on the planet. 

As usual, her morning routine was to listen to music on her way to work. She placed her oversized earphones over her head and grinned as one of her favorite bands played over its speakers. Bobbing her head slightly, she began to dance as she walked and sang along to the song. While doing so, she fluidly moved around, carefully avoiding passerbys. 

[i][color=7bcdc8]"Out of the doorway the bullets rip.
To the sound of the beat, yeah,
Another one bites the dust.
Another one bites the dust.
And another one gone, and another one go-"[/color][/i]

Sage looked up in that moment to see that the pedestrians within earshot were giving her confused, and even hostile glances. Some were even outright staring and shaking their head. It was then that the idea hit her like a ton of bricks. 

[color=7bcdc8]"Oh crap. I'm so sorry!"[/color] She squeaked to no one in particular. Her face grew red as she looked down at her phone and quickly fumbled to skip to the next song.
[i]"Across the Universe"[/i] by [i]The Beatles[/i] began to play thus easing the pounding of her heart. 

On normal circumstances, someone who knew the band Queen would give Sage a high-five as they passed. Unfortunately, these were not normal circumstances. Even though Sage did her best to stay outside of the loop of new broadcasting, word spread fast. News this big in a town this small was bound to reach everyone within its vicinity at some point.
She didn't know the Mayor's daughter... but she did know that she had gone missing not too long ago. Sage could not help but feel sympathetic. She could not imagine how the poor girls family had been feeling at this time. Hell, she barely even remembered her parents and missed them every day.

After about 10 more minutes of hiking, she finally made it over to the entrance of Canis Major. She took off her headphones and walked while placing them back into her bag. Doing so had split her attention causing her to overlook the large crack that had blossomed along with the concrete in front of her. She tripped over it and fell forward, her arms flung out in a futile attempt to catch herself. 
Textbooks, art supplies, homework assignments, and personal belongings scattered about the area around her. Stunned, she sat there for a moment an exasperated sigh escaping her lips. She felt tears begin to build up at the edge of her eyes, threatening to spill over. Sniffling, she began attempting to pick up the mess she had made. She winced, noticing some of her finished assignments flittering away, using the breeze to soar and take flight.

She looked up at the sky as if to question the higher powers that be.
[color=7bcdc8]"Wonderful."[/color] She mumbled, voice drenched in sarcasm.
[color=7bcdc8]"It's going to be one of those days..."[/color]