Neow Hart

She took out a book: Tale of Two Cities, and placed it in the counter.

//forbidden knowledge comes with the price of your sanity.

The servant to the Goddess of Power.

Dinraal

She booped her nose.

She's thankful she didn't have to hand-wash her cosplay. It was heavy going from the washer to the dryer.

She giggled.

After a month, she changed out of her Nezuko cosplay.

Kei was right; it did stink, terribly.

She nodded and pulled handfuls of it from inside pockets of her overcoat.

She fell asleep by the bonfire, looking at ease with the world.

She nodded, Joy spilling out from behind the bamboo gag.

Neow's outfit did indeed look and smelled like it was washed at all; grass stains on the back, anything white had a dingy tinge to it, her hair seemed unwashed, and her hands were filthy.

<it's comfy.>
She smelt the air by Kei
<you stink, too>

'It's okay. I get it all the time.'

'I'm not deaf. I'm mute.'

She nodded.
'So you can hear it.'

She shrugged her shoulders.
'Lost and found.'

She made a face like she just realized she forgot something important.

Thinking fast, she used her foot to write on the ground, 'I found them.'

She stopped her ringing and signed, <found them,> the bells ringing with each little movement she made.

She paused her ringing, backed up a bit, pulled another bell from inside her kimono, and began ringing both.

//I have decided to be a problem today

She paused and looked at him before getting close to him, continuing to ring the bell.

She has found a small bell and was ringing it obnoxiously.

A word to the wise: don't smell Neow at this time of October. She doesn't clean this outfit all month.

<can I have a hug?>

She giggled, the joy radiating past the bamboo gag that was a part of her costume.

<nice to meet you.>

She turned onto her side, pointed to herself, signed, <N-e-o-w>, then pointed at him as if to ask for his name.

She waved hello.

<just enjoying this,> she signed in sign language.

She was lying on her back, looking like she was quietly enjoying herself.

She had a feeling of what 'too loud' meant.
<just don't get too loud here. I don't want to move again because you were naughty.>

<didn't you do that at the last place we were at?>

She is autistic: she doesn't like some textures or foods, and DO NOT mess with her sewing room or tear her clothes to shreds.
Her 'things' are sewing and fashion.