She breathed deep the strong aroma of spices and coffee filling the air in the small street cafe and stared down at the sparkling sugar crystals in her cup of hot chocolate.
It was on cold and cloudy days like this that she wished she could just drive to the beach and jump into the ocean the way she could back home.
She often day-dreamed of the warmer winter weather, basking on the sand with the heat of the sun's gentle caress on the arch of her back and along her shoulders.
The winters here left her cold and white, walking slowly like an animated corpse.
She looked up as the mid-day crowd rushed the barista.
She stood up, listening vaguely to the random words that drifted out from the hoard, and stepped onto the street.
How did the little girl named after the warm summer breeze, end up grown in a place so rainy and cold?
She crossed the street, headed home to her apartment, but took pause as she passed an old building with boarded windows.
Just last month a woman had lived there, the woman with bright green eyes and fiery red hair.
The woman reminded Pamai of a dragon.