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sorry for delay and short post... D: wc:342
Skye grinned as Orin threw her arms around the man that was now part of the pack and told him that she knew they'd love him. She assumed that by 'they', she meant the leaders of the pack. And that meant Skye. She liked Orin; she was very enthusiastic, always looking on the bright side. And very, very, very...excitable. But that was a good thing, Skye decided; it told her that Orin was the kind of girl who wouldn't give up on her pack, and would stick with them through thick and thin. It also told her that, considering the speech she had given on how much she felt like she belonged in Cercatori d'Arte, she loved her pack, and Skye was glad that she did. She wanted her members to feel like they belonged in the pack; not like they were being forced in a place they didn't belong.
Skye hugged the girl back as she hugged her, saying that she had an eye for talent. Maybe she did, or maybe she was just happy that Cercatori d'Arte was slowly gaining lots of members - they were easily as large as some of the other packs, she reflected happily. She kept her eyes on the white and pink-highlighted girl as they pulled apart from their hug.
Skye then turned to Mars Russo as he spoke, and asked a question that made Skye draw her brows together in a mixture of confusion and frustration. "Not right now," she said, remembering Jack in her living room as he was currently eating more of the apples that Skye had brought home. She had been meaning to ask Shawchert to help her make some stables, but she wasn't sure when he would have time - she gestured to the wide array of houses and stores around them. "If you'd like," she said, "you can keep your horse in one of those houses or shops - they're big enough for him. At least until we build a proper stable."