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Skye grinned at Orin as she introduced her friend from Cour des Miracles. Skye hadn't had much interaction with Cour des Miracles, and she wondered if that was her fault and if she should have gone and met their leader. She remembered from her encounter with Kaena that she had said that they were good people and were nice to Inferni. She also wondered if they didn't take a certain species, but decided against it; Mars was clearly a wolf-mix, and if they didn't take coyotes, Kaena would have hardly spoken highly of them. She trained her eyes on the black and white man and waited for him to speak.
Skye smiled as the man stepped off the horse and gave her a deep bow. He seemed quite well-mannered, and she suddenly realized she was hoping that he would join the pack. He seemed skilled in riding his horse, and his pack suggested other talents as well. Perhaps he could give her tips on how to handle Jack and how to get him to respect her instead of bucking her off him and riding away? She listened as he introduced himself as Mars Russo. What a curious name - the first part was the name of a planet, and she recognized it as Roman. The last part? She wasn't sure, but it wasn't also Roman. She supposed it was no stranger than her own name, but she liked it all the same. It ran off the tongue. The poor man looked a bit nervous, however; he looked back at Orin who gave him a reassuring smile before turning back to Skye. She listened as the man made more of his entrance.
So Orin had told him about their little pack! She flashed a grin at the white and pink woman, glad that she had advertised their pack. It was a little low on numbers compared to the others, and Skye always liked it when a new face came and joined them; it was like a little new future, a little bit of the whole that made up the pack of Cercatori d'Arte. A little piece of the family that was coming to them and made their future a little brighter, a little better, a little bit more. Mars went on.
He was an artist...a musician...who acted and sewed? And cooked food as well? Skye marveled at the skills this man possessed and went over them one by one in her mind. A musician was always welcome; it seemed that Cercatori d'Arte was doing a lot of musical parties these days, starting with the bonfire Orin had started and continuing to the party in Cour des Miracles that Annan and Shawchert had started together. A musician would always have a place in the pack. And an actor...she had never met an actor, but they seemed to have deft skills in hiding their true person and becoming someone else entirely. She hoped that there would be more - if he enjoyed it, and others did, too, they could do a play together.
Sewing...sewing was good. Skye looked down briefly at her own tattered clothes and realized that someone who knew how to sew and thread things together with clothes would help tremendously, starting by teaching others how to sew. She wondered if Mars would help teach her how to sew and realized that that was the second thing she wanted him to teach her before she had even given her name.
And a guitar and a dress. Was there anything this mysterious man couldn't do? She looked at the guitar, which was beautifully painted white and looked somehow antique and new, as though it decided to be everything at once, and timeless. She remembered her meeting with Pixie and the guitar that she'd been playing and smiled. If this man could play the guitar as well as do all those other things, there was no doubt that he had already earned a place in their ranks.
Before she could say a word, Orin began to talk. Orin liked to talk, she had observed, but she seemed particularly excited about this man. She wondered if she had a crush on him and mentally gave a giggle. She then listened intently on what the white and pink tipped woman had to say. Apparently she had been to the court to visit her brother. Skye remembered from her fun meeting with Orin in the garden that she had a brother in the court, and wondered if she had seen him or said hi. But before she could say anything or wonder further, Orin was speaking more - highly of her little pack. Skye's chest swelled at the compliments to her pride and her home that she had helped create with Shawchert; that she loved it here, that she belonged here. Skye felt the exact same way about the little but growing pack that she'd had lent a paw in creating, and couldn't help but feel a giant swoop of pride.
Orin went on to say that Mars was a good artist - Skye could see that from looking at the man. He had the creative spark in his eye that almost all the Cercatori d'Arte members had, had the hands that suggested that he was a creator, a maker, something more than just a passerby in life. All of them were. Orin went on to say that he could be of use in the performances, and Skye had to smile. Orin talked a lot and was excited, and Skye admired that; but now, as the white and pink woman was silent, it was Skye's turn to have a few words.
She turned to Mars first. "I'm Skye, as I'm sure you heard from Orin just now," she began, deciding that introducing herself would be the first thing she should do. "And I'm the co-leader of Cercatori d'Arte." Now, she was going to accept the black and white man into the ranks - with the display she'd seen, how could she not? While other joiners were unsure of their talents or just jittery, Mars was confident of his many abilities and held himself strongly. "You can relax," she assured him, sensing the forcedness of his introductions. "I think you would be an astounding addition to the pack of Cercatori d'Arte. Welcome!" She grinned at him and Orin both, then looked back at Mars. "Although I know you have a great many talents, what rank would you like? Our ranks are based on the talents our members hold. Orin is a writer. What rank do you want to take?" she asked curiously.
Skye understood that although a member could have many talents, usually they preferred one or two. And usually one could be held from the rest in light, shining in brightness in that that was what they loved to do. Skye herself loved to write, and although she didn't have a normal rank in the pack, she loved to do it. She wouldn't trade her pencil and pad for the world, and she wouldn't trade her books, either. She waited for Mars's answer.