It's just our nature

Strelein von Rosnete · 03-28-2010, 04:40 PM

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I has PP permissions, don't shoots me. Plus I kind of forgot if they're going to the manor or not >> <<

It had been quite a long time since the redhead has seen one of his good friends, and he figured it was high time for him to see where she lived. Mati had visited his home several times to finish of the mural in his room, which he would've framed to make it last forever if it were not all around the room, but he had yet to come visit her at her home. So, a random measuring tape jammed into his vest pocket, the redhead made his way to the Dreamer territory, knowing the direction only from what Mati had told him. It was not hard, though the Marquis was very careful to be alert over the entire course of the trip. Neutral he may be, but the belligerent sides of the war would probably not care much until after he was bleeding on the ground. At least no one dared to attack him there.

Strelein had arrived at the lack that Mati told him about, though he felt as though he had cut through a part of the Crimson Dreams land to do so. Hopefully they would not take his trespassing to heart when he explained his purpose there. At least the two packs were close enough to one another that it should not have been a problem to identify him. Wandering around the perimeter northward, the Miracles man tried to find the manor. Naturally, he found Mati near the shores of the lake and he was glad. Lord knew he would take forever to find it even if he was going to search the entire northeastern section of the territory. After a bit, they ended up at the manor, where Mati Church kept her art studio.

Strel strolled through the entire room, gazing at all the paintings everywhere, shifting through them all without caring if the Church woman wanted him to see them or not. Every now and then, he gave off a whistle of wonder at the thing that was on the canvas. There were several that were similar, the subject of them the same person. The more of them that he saw, the more confused his brain got. Was this is her sister or a really good friend? Jabbing a finger at one of them, he turned toward the purple-eyed female. "Hey Mati? Who is this?" He nudged his muzzle in the direction of one of the particular paintings he was looking at. "There are a bunch of paintings of her. Is she your sister?" he inquired curiously, rather innocently since he did not know what the meaning here really was.

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