When the moment came to actually sit down, Caspa found herself hesitant, eyeing the horse warily. Down on the ground, surely the risk of trampling was exacerbated horrendously. But Krystalle didn't show a sign of caring, resuming her former prone position but this time with the leather coat sopping up the worst of the mud. Caspa eventually took a seat, on the very furthest hem from the horse with Krystalle placed between them. Cercatori D'Arte. It was a flowing, unusual name that like the Miracles pack - with Cour equivalent to Court - included hints to guess a little about the nature of this neighbouring pack. Arte surely meant Art, and Art meant crafts, talents and so forth. The meaning of Cercatori, she couldn't begin to guess at. Krystalle repeated the name of Caspa's new pack with an accent that wasn't the way it had been spoken to her, but it wasn't entirely an English accent either. "Your accent is from another language?" Caspa asked inquisitively. It was either that, or just a regional dialect she'd never heard.
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