-Babbled a lot.- D:
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As a social introvert, it was difficult to say exactly how Matrix would react to any given situation. She certainly was not shy, and she had no qualms talking to strangers or a random passer-by on the street. It was generally easy for her tell if somebody was upset, angry, or content. In the case of the Syemv house, though, she felt no inclination whatsoever to enter. She was working on her own project, anyway--which was coming along nicely enough. Armed with nothing more than an axe, a hammer, and a bucket of old galvanised nails, she had already built her wood-shed extension to the greenhouse. It was ready for the furnace, which she had the dolly to transport. She just needed someone to help her lift the furnace onto the dolly.
Her whole project had already been going on over a month, and she was reasonably excited. It was too bad that she was missing the most critical part. Once the furnace was installed, she could fix the broken panes of glass in the greenhouse and sow the seeds she was growing tired of looking at. Leafy, flowery plants would be so much better. Then she could tell Gabriel about her accomplishment, too. If there were any healers in Inferni, they could use part of the greenhouse for whatever it was they grew, too. Who knew? Maybe she could even spruce it up into some sort of zen-like garden.
As it was, she was currently looking for neat decorations for her greenhouse base that was located somewhere barely beyond Inferni's borders. The search brought her within Inferni territory, which she decidedly wasn't spending enough time in. After she had been accepted by Gabriel and met Lith, she hadn't really seen anybody else from her clan. The ends would justify the means, but perhaps it was best not to be a total recluse. And so, she found herself drawn in the general direction of the house, which she assumed was a commonhouse of sorts. Much like the young Lykoi, she felt no justification in entering, although she was as much a part of the clan as anybody else (maybe).
Since she knew she wouldn't be working, she was in her halfling form--a rare sight to behold (typically, hands and thumbs were mandatory, as well as arms that could lift or use human tools). Walking along slowly, the hybrid took a seat somewhere near the outside of the house. Somebody's scent was strong here, but she couldn't distinguish it from any of the other generally strong scents in the area--this was a popular joint, huh? She certainly did not notice the child hiding in the bushes. Her doggish tail curled over her back, and she tilted her head slightly as she peered intently at the large structure. There didn't seem to be a lot of movement inside. Dancing around on her front paws for a few moments, she offered a quick, questioning bark.
Anybody home?
