Camille got up and got dressed in her favorite short black leather skirt and a long sleeved, deep purple shirt with sleeves that flared. Her clothing was tight fitting as usual. It made flying easier when she felt the need to fly which wasn't often, but it never hurts to be prepared. She also put on the black combat type boots she had worm the previous day. Even if the humans could see my wings they wouldn't believe that I'm a fairy. As she walked through the lobby that morning she spotted Clearwater wearing his usual cloak. He was talking to a clerk so she hung back until he had finished. As he began to walk away she tapped him on the shoulder and smiled at him. The upbeat spirit she had brought to the somewhat dreary lobby was evident and she glowed for no one to see, or so she thought.