Snow. Well that was something she wasn't used to, at least not in her everyday life. Nakhett sat on a stool at the window table of her favorite café, sipping at the steaming hot cup of cocoa she'd ordered just minutes before. She couldn't stand coffee herself, but she did like the atmosphere and the smell. Drinking chocolate on top of it just gave an overall sense of warmth and coziness that greatly contrasted the scene mere feet away on the other side of the frosted glass.

Thick snowfall, muddied paths along the sidewalks, pedestrians bundled tightly against the cold. Far cry from the palm tree-speckled environs she was used to at beaches. Then again, beaches weren't where she'd find anything further on her family history: something which had led her here in the first place. The woman sighed, brushing a stray lock of crimson behind her ear and taking a rather large swallow of cocoa. There'd be time for such grim musings in the New Year. Right now, it was time to settle and enjoy her new home for the foreseeable future.

So long as she didn't indulge in her newfound cosmic powers, she should be pretty safe from the super secret underground war for the fate of Earth and the universe at large. Safe to enjoy the holidays. Thankfully Nakhett had found a nice church not long after moving to the city, and had quickly integrated herself into a few groups including the choir. Speaking of which, it wouldn't be long now before she was due for an evening service. This close to Christmas itself, the surf instructor found herself singing her heart out to hymns more often than she was on the water... not that anyone really wanted to plunge into the frigid depths of the quarry this time of year anyway.

Draining the rest of her drink, she stood and wrapped her long green scarf snugly around her neck and the lower half of her face. It was always nice to wear green and instantly be festive with red hair. A blast of icy air greeted her as she stepped out from the cafe, still managing to send a whisper of a chill down Nakhett's spine while she turned to head toward her church. She was used to seeing at least one or two faces she knew while out walking in her previous cities, but it had been such a short time since arriving that she hardly knew anyone here. Yet. There was plenty of time to build a whole gaggle of friends.

Practically high-stepping through the bits of snow that had built up more heavily in this part of town, it wasn't long before the intrepid traveller spied the familiar point of a steeple attempting to pierce the steel grey sky. The woman smiled an unseen smile. Warmth for both body and soul awaited within. A quick change into some choir robes once inside and Nakhett patiently waited along with the other members for their cue to take their seats in the quire.

What followed was a lovely service with a stirring sermon, some of her favorite hymns, and a candelit finish with a rendition of "Silent Night." It may have been a new city full of new faces, but her faith always brought Nakhett to familiar souls. Settling into bed later that night, warm under several layers and looking out at the twinkling snow in the city lights, she decided that this was a pretty good home.