Golden Glade It rips you to shreds.

The yellow eyes swung in her direction again, this time fixing on her as the stranger made an approach. Sugar remained still, letting him close the distance, feeling the weight of his gaze even as she assessed him in turn. She wouldn't use the word "gaunt," exactly, but he looked a little underfed. Despite his leanness, he was handsome, a word which Sugar had never consciously applied to anyone in her brief life. She blinked, mostly to herself, and licked her lips again.

The roll of his eyes escaped her notice, though Sugar sensed a slight derision as he called her "kid." Sugar stiffened a little, though she told herself to take the comment in stride. Surely he hadn't meant anything by it. "I'm searching for medical supplies, though it's kind of a bust," she answered forthrightly, gesturing at the snow drifting around them and holding back a sigh, only barely. "I'm Sugar," she introduced herself in the next breath. "Who're you? And what're you doing out here?"