Flapjack Familiarity

Talitha de le Poer · 03-11-2011, 01:49 AM

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Herp. Sorry for the late reply. Myron will show up later on too, but for now, Talitha is alone.

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Myron hadn't left Drifter's Bay in nearly a year, and Talitha took it upon herself to show her friend the world outside of his home. With the sun, they rose as well, prepared for some form of adventure; Talitha hadn't yet stepped foot on the entirety of her home, but she was sure she could pull it off before she died. Myron was more keen on the travel than his much younger companion. Don't'cha whine so much, princess! Gotta get out 'n that world o'er yonder and cheer ya up! She merely rolled her eyes at his words, shaking curled tresses about with a jostle of her head. "I'm not whining, Myrrie. Hush yourself and lead the way."

Crossing Inferni was easy for the maturing Lykoi, but once past the precious borders, so distinct from the rest of the world, she was lost. Finding Halifax was usually done by sheer luck, rather than any sort of skill in navigation. The aging coyote, however, seemed to understand where he wanted to go. She watched as he lead the way through the Dampwoods, the two talking about such meaningless things as the color of the sky and the imminent presence of Spring on the horizon. Laughter filtered through the woman's maw, a vibrant smile coloring her features bright for the first time in nearly a month. The strange, pagan hippie eased her distress with just a few ragged words.

Reaching Arachnea's Revenge, and later the Sugarwoods, was a feat to the disoriented coyote. She had never wandered into that region; she went around the territory on her way to Halifax, moving parallel to the mountains for as long as she could. Her ears swiveled in search of new sounds, falling upon something loud happening further in. Curiosity grabbed hold of the princess. Her cream-tipped feet carried her past unfamiliar trees in search of the creator of the noise; Myron watched her go with olive-gold eyes, but remained in his place to study the trees.

What the crimson eyes of the hybrid found was surprising. Not only did she happen upon the roguishly handsome Imacai, whose interesting ways of greeting had left her intrigued on Long island, but she noticed he'd found something unique. Without taking notice of the small jackal hidden amongst her surroundings, she took a few comfortable steps forward. "Imacai?" she called, voice soft so as not to disturb her packmate. What was he working on? Some form of monstrous contraption that she was sure she'd never understand. Without taking his comfort into concern, she moved into his personal space, leaning closer to watch his movements. "What are you up to, Imacai?"

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