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Don't mind grumpy Luci-face. o: wc:334
The Marino girl had slipped outside of her little cabin to enjoy the sights of the early snowfall of the season. The clouds were already drifting to other locations, but the soft sheet of snow that already blanketed the land was quite a sight to see. All the buildings and wide streets of Thornbury were covered in a light dusting of the snow. It was much different to see than the snow-covered hills of the Valley lands.
As she leaned next to the doorway of her cabin, she began to contemplate heading back inside for the night. Then a call rang out, asking for the members to gather together. Emerald eyes simply stared out in the direction of the call for a moment as she debated whether or not to go. She didn't really recognize the voice, and that was almost enough for her to turn away and head back inside. But she really needed to get to know her pack mates eventually, and why not now when they were all supposedly gathering? She might as well show up and play nice. The petite girl went inside, grabbed her guitar and the meager amount of firewood she could carry along with it, and took to the snowy streets of Thornbury.
The gathering was easy to find. The light cast by the large bonfire shone like a beacon through the dark streets, and as she neared she could hear voices and the sound of Shawchert's flute being played. When she finally arrived at the little gathering, she stopped dead in her tracks. All the gathered people, both familiar and unfamiliar, were being pulled into dancing around the fire. Good gods, what had she gotten herself into? She eyed everyone in silence for a moment before crouching low to drop the few extra pieces of firewood onto the ground. "Uh. Hey," she said tentatively. Lucia stood, grasping her guitar in front of her as if it would keep the others from pulling her into their crazy dance.