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Her violet eyes darted to the red-furred woman who exited a building just down the street. The stranger clearly stood out against the surroundings of gray and brown. Pixie reached up and pushed a stray strand of her own crimson hair out of her eyes so she could see the approaching woman more clearly; her heritage seemed similar to that of Bangle’s, a mix of coyote, wolf, and perhaps something else. As she came closer, Pixie dismounted her horse and looked the stranger over again, tilting her head slightly in curiosity. She couldn’t tell if the other female belonged to a pack or lived on her own; she did not recognize any particular pack scent on her, though she had only really gotten to know two—or three, if you could count her brief meeting with Mars Russo while he was in Cour des Miracles.
As with all strangers, Magic was suspicious, but oddly he seemed to be more focused on what the woman was carrying as opposed to the woman herself. Pixie faintly recognized the scent coming from the sling; she had once tried alcohol after she had come across an old wine cellar. She had been younger then and had found the taste of it bitter and unpleasant, but it did have a strange, intoxicating feeling to it. She had found herself wanting more of the wine, and one sip had turned into at least half of a bottle before she realized she was getting dizzy and left the cellar. Ever since she had wondered what it would be like to try it again, now that she was older and prepared for what the experience was like.
In the meantime, it was only polite if she greeted the unfamiliar woman. “Hi,” she greeted the coymutt, waving her hand and snickering to herself at the awkwardness of it. “Are you from around here, or are you visiting?” If this woman lived in the city, or visited it frequently, she could give her useful directions as to where to find some clothing or other supplies that would be valuable to her. “You can probably tell that this is my first time here. But I heard there was clothing around here, and I figured it would help with the whole winter thing.” She was trying to brush off ‘the whole winter thing’ and trying to make it seem like nothing. Only her close friends like Skye knew how she really felt about it.
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