When the earth was young and the air was sweet

Foxglove Monroe · 05-10-2011, 10:20 PM

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The stranger had an interesting way of speaking, but he seemed to be a pleasant fellow. Foxglove smiled, an airy expression on her delicate features. Her arrival in these lands had been direct, sending her straight to AniWaya, though she had briefly paused to look wistfully at the pack she had once called home. As such, she had not made herself aware of the rest of the packs in the area, though she knew of Cour des Miracles, of course. She had not paused there for even a moment upon her arrival; she was not ready to see Niro or Maggie yet, and she had not been then, either.

"Well hello, Bangle," she said softly, her tone light, breathy. "I am Foxglove Monroe." Perhaps this man knew her mother, or perhaps he did not. The blonde girl looked very similar to the creamy-furred matriarch of the Monroe females, and if he knew Lolita, the association would be an easy one for him to make. Her expression was a curious one as Ayasha continued to speak; Foxglove had not realized that Ayasha had chosen the same path of work she had within the tribe.

Perhaps she had not even realized that she was old enough. After their first meeting, Foxglove had realized that, though they were close to one another in physical age, the Monroe girl was seemingly beyond her years. The white girl had seemed to be much more a puppy than anything when they had first met, while Foxglove had been tending to herself and on a whole separate level of mentality for so long already.

She focused once more one the colorful man who was no longer a stranger. "What are you interested in trading, and trading for?" She had few posessions she would part with, but she had a vast collection of scarves in varying materials, a number of which adorned her outfit today. Perhaps Bangle would be interested in one or some of those.

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