"Hey Blair." Sierra smiled at her friend. "Floresca? She's around, somewhere, I think she was drawing, or something." She answered. Floresca tended to do that kind of thing. "She'll be outside soon, though, probably. She loves the sun," Sierra said. It was usually quite a bit warmer in France.

"Hey Blair, Sierra." Floresca appeared beside the two girls. She had decided to come outside while the warmth lasted.