Cilla headed for Snow’s sanctuary, the night had brought rain which meant that her clothes were damp, cold, and clingy which drew unwanted eyes with unhealthy thoughts. She knew that she should be safe and warm at Moon’s. Maybe even get some warm food.  Street rats, like herself, needed someone watching out from the Jon’s and thugs. 

Snow had a reputation that he wasn’t to be messed with. Cilia had dropped his name in a couple tight spots mentioning that he was waiting for her. She had been able to escape. She liked to think of being under his protection, but she wasn’t sure. She had brought things to the church, some interesting curiosities and money, when she had it. Today, she came with a bag full of items, that she hope Moon could help her sort as being of value and not.

She noticed Fergus as he was putting the trail mix, in his mouth. She nodded then looked down trying to be invisible. She knew he was trouble by the man’s shoes, expensive and shiny. She crossed the street quickly and entered calling for Snow. “Trouble is coming to your door! Right now!” She nearly shouted. In her life experience, people in expensive shoes always brought bad news. She was hoping someday to experience something different. But, she was playing the odds.