Her head was covered, covered in the hood of darkness. Her body was covered, covered in the cloak of the bleak night. Her dress swished sa she walked by, no one seeing her, only one to hear her.
The full moon peeked out behind the gray ridden clouds, the night was quiet accept for the noise of footsteps clacking across the cobblestoned streets, and the constant quiet chatter inside the houses that lined Picket street.
Arianna hurried, she was late. Her body was covered, body and and head, covered.