She did not particularly like the shop, or even the city for that matter. There were too many voices, too many wandering eyes, too many idle faces, too many that could be watching her... Or maybe she was just paranoid. It did not really matter to her, for she felt at peace out in the forest alone. The crisp, clean air filled her nostrils, a luxury you did not find in the city. Birds squawked but did not bother her. The black and white noodle had social anxiety, something that hindered her when it came to social interactions. She hated it, but it was something she hadn't found herself able to get over. She couldn't look into the eyes of others, she always shifted when she talked to others, her voice very fast and soft. She didn't know how to hold conversations and when she did, she always thought that she was being an idiot.
She continued to pad along, wings hanging by her sides. She shook her head, her black, choppy, layered hair flying around, the bangs hanging randomly about her face. She sighed, hopping silently over a fallen, rotting log. The noodle didn't see or hear anyone, so she felt rather relaxed, far more than she did in the shop or city. And she hoped it stayed that way.
