[Archaic Kitten]

Nalaria was drawing in her sketchbook, listening to music. She looked up every so often, thinking. Not before long, she felt a presence behind her. She sniffed the air, slightly recognizing the scent. She put her stuff back in the bag, along with her music. She stood, swinging the bag over her shoulder. "Are you following me?" she asked as she turned around, her free hand on her hip. She stared right at the guy that she had ran into earlier. "I knew we would run into each other once more but must you follow me?" she said.