SKye smelled the trio from a short ways away, where she was observing a strange plant growth within the Cercatori d'Arte territory. The sprouts were short and leafy - she'd have dismissed them as weeds if their stalks weren't so thick and brown, as if they were miniature trees. She liked them, and wanted to take some to the garden - however, the joiners came first.
She recognized the voice of Sky, she reflected as she walked towards the sounds. She seemed like she was talking to someone - two people, she decided from the scent. She broke through he trees and saw the brown and golden haired female. Smiling at her, she switched her attention to the two others; one was a light smoky gray with a dark stripe running down her nose, and her eyes were a brilliant shade of bright green. She was tall, but not as tall as her male counterpart, who stood almost as tall as Shawchert had, with his body covered in a gleaming shade of ivory.
"Hello," Skye said to them. "I am Skye Collins of Cercatori d'Arte; I'm sure Sky has told you already about us - are you looking to join, or simply passing by?"
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