Molly's breath made small little puffs in the cold night air. She rubbed her arms, trying to keep warm. It certainly got a lot colder inland, though they didn't have that pervasive damp that left everything mildewing.
Life was so different here, but then, that was what she was looking for, wasn't it? A change. Not to be stuck in a small town where everyone knew her faults.
Molly didn't hear anyone approaching; she was too wrapped up in her own thoughts. But she stood apart from the light cast through the tavern windows. She wanted to see the stars, steady guides to all sea-travelers.