08-21-2011, 07:40 AM
She walked swiftly and reached the hotel before the main group, then running lightly up each flight of stairs to gain her room. She took her leather bag from its hook, spread out her tool roll. There were some spare awls and bone-handled knives, one or two of which she had carved letters in. The carving had been almost absent-minded, as she did not allow herself personally adornments, and she had been wondering what to do with the extraneous tools. She chose a few and wrapped her own simple implements back up, before traversing the stairs again, more tentatively. There was a great gathering of the other pack present, and the scents were strange, she felt her hackles prickle at the invasion, although in her conscious mind she knew it was an invited and friendly visit. She shook her plaits back to shake away the irrational unease and sidled through the throng, avoiding eye contact and watching for a pause in the hectic arrival. Someone was offering their wares, another man singing a song. When she heard Skye, she looked up, wanting to catch the eye of the Cercatori leader. Eggs sounded like a good way to boost her scavenging diet, but really she was interested in the simple appeal of the bundle of fluffy chicks. It might be a way to seem less stand-offish, for so much in her life was about severity and strict discipline, but an entourage of babies would be something quite amusing to look after. She wanted three or so, she decided, if her tools were strong enough bartering power.