Garden Grounds had a sign on the door stating it was closed for the night. Drapes had been drawn on the windows, though soft tea lights glowed behind them. But the Lost of Sacramento would know the coffee shop always reminded open late for them. Giving them a safe place to gather, get something warm to drink or something to eat.
Once inside, the other Lost would find it look as it usually did. Though expanded with new seating offerings and a gentler, welcoming atmosphere.
The Nix was seated at one of the tables, an open sketch book in front of her with a coffee up beside it. A translucent hand held a pencil that was currently working on a dress. There wasn’t much to it yet, but it was obvious from the drawing that the Treasure was talented with drawing.
She wore a fitted sweater dress, in a color only a few would recognize. It had become a favorite color for it despite the pain it caused. A delicate balance she was learning to walk. She was humming a melody as the pencil continued to move. A ring sat on her right ring finger, the gold matching her golden scales, the blue stone matching her own sapphire eyes.
Her long hair was in a fishtail braid over her shoulder and dusting the ground, there was no makeup, her gilded beauty didn’t need it. The wild flowers of Spring had sprouted around where she sat, bright and vibrant in color, gently swaying in the warm spring breeze dancing around her.