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Date: February 23, 2011. (Current)Setting: Southern Ethereal Eclipse/McNamara's Landing. Time: Early evening. Character Form: Optime |
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Sage's next goal after visiting Cercatori d'Arte had been their neighboring pack, once which she'd learned was called Crimson Dreams. The Lykoi girl had heard little about this group, but took that as a positive sign rather than a negative one. After all, it seemed as if everyone had heard of Inferni, and most of their press was negative. So without worry, she had mounted Lennon several hours prior and headed off after a nice but brief lunch just outside of Cercatori. A rabbit for her, and a nice patch of grass for him.
Because the girl had not ventured to research this pack yet, she had no clue what to bring as offerings. So instead, she just carried extra handmade leather bags, canvas paintings, and several pounds of freshly tanned leathers and furs. Hopefully at least one of these things might interest the leadership of Crimson Dreams. And if not, she could always come back! The girl had plenty of ideas up her sleeve, just not enough room to carry all of their products in one trip.
She arrived on the outskirts of the Crimson Dreams territory; or, at least, what she assumed to be so. The scents had changed as she neared the break in the dense forest of Ethereal Eclipse. The hippie girl and her handsome horse stood where the sparse trees met the wide open expanse of land that seemed to mark the beginning of their territory. Sage's daisy-yellow eyes narrowed to make out what appeared to be an elaborate system of caves to her left, in the near distance. Suddenly she was reminded of Inferni, and felt the strange tug to return there; something that she rarely experienced in Juniper Peace. After all, their "home" had moved nearly monthly. It seemed that only now was she realizing how nice it could be to have a stable, rooted place to call home.
The Lykoi earth child glanced around again for a moment, briefly, before sending up a call, requesting a presence. Specifically, she aimed for some sort of leader or co-leader, but if someone else came first, she wouldn't be adverse to speaking with anyone. Her voice came out in a series of yips which carried melodically across the land, her voice as gentle and welcoming as always. With any luck, she would be greeted in no time; hopefully, without much grief. The girl didn't truly know the extent to which Inferni's bad impression had carried.
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