table © to Alaine Night was waxing upon the young gypsy, her wanderlust not yet completely coerced into the bed of settlements though she often returned to the Hotel as of late. Again, she was off and about quite the distance from her home territory, allowing the wind to take her as it pleased, tendrils of cool prods playfully grabbing at soft limbs and her soon to be too small outfit. Her mane was wild and untamed in her new favorite form, spiky yet fluffy soft as it trailed from the base of her ears to her shoulders and chest, but her bangs were tamed and smooth, carefully woven sunshine gradienting from her lilac base to white tipped glows. Deep violet gems glittered and laughed at the scenery before them, calling to stars and fireflies alike with whispers of dancing and fun. The bruised sky above reflected onto the glassy lake below as if the heavens were unsure of their beauty, the gently twisted swirls of reds, blues, and golds a display that even they had to witness. Rabbit lake this place was called, a name Sylvie had heard only a few times before, and had not visited until now. It was partially territory of Crimson Dreams, after all, and a wandering gypsy child was better off in the lawless parts of the land, left to her own devices and wiles. Sylvie, the lovely teenage collie girl, was perhaps, safer outside of the various pack lands, though the threats of monsters and mother Earth's own anger would perhaps have better holds in areas like these. For the lilac border collie, this was all the better. Though she had yet to learn how to wield weapons, she was potent in her own way- wise beyond her years of the terrible things even ones closest friends could cause. Dancing over the soft grasses of Rabbit Lake was a child abandoned before she could grow, heart torn out by her own mother only to be mended by a saving angel with pains like her own. In light of her new demeanor, brought about by a kind, sweet brute of her savior's, these things were the past, and meant to stay there. Her future was bright, and she had finally come to understand that. A warren of rabbits dashed from sight as she padded past them, arms up behind her head and gait graceful. Sylvie was a lucky girl. Violet gems came to rest upon another- a female older than she, effectively a lovely woman. Her fur was auburn and chocolate, and her eyes the shade of the sky. Those eyes reminded her of the savior's son, but they were not as bright and carefree as his- no, they were darker, lost in thoughts that seemed to hurt. "Hello!" Called the teen, interested in the woman. She seemed to be a fun one despite the darkness in her eyes, and the vagrant girl was happily interested in getting it to show.
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