Emma was walking barefoot down the pathways not really watching where she was headed. She was a lot like her mum, and hated wearing anything on her feet if she could help it. It wasn't cold enough out that she absolutely needed anything on her feet so she wasn't bothered. Now if there were snow? Then she might have something on them. Might. All depended how far her destination was.

Her hands were in her pockets as she wandered down the path her eyes on the ground.