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Lilin Soulstorm · 01-21-2012, 04:15 PM

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-- feel free to PP them getting there if needed :3

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As much as she hated to admit it, Lilin had more than enjoyed the pack-hosted activities thus far. This was her third day attending in a row and the first without her immediate circle of friends. Although she enjoyed their company, including Axle and Grit's who really didn't interact with her all that much, there were times where she still needed her space. She'd left without them that morning but there was no doubt in her mind that eventually, they would start flocking in too. This would be her last consecutive day attending the festivities. As promised to her landlord, she planned on spending some time back home. Her chores around the property had been delayed ever since the start of this grandiose festival and she had some catching up to do. Plus, according to the rotation schedule adopted by the residents, it was her turn to watch over Hilsburn while others got the opportunity to mingle with friends and complete their trades. Lilin didn't mind at all. It would give her plenty of time to practice the activities she'd learned in the last two days, both expertly instructed by two women she'd come to appreciate and respect.

The Azathoth descendant had never cared for company all that much up until recently. Now it felt as though she was out of place without at least one of her companions present at the festival. So many faces, all of which she'd never once seen before. She had an idea of how many packs resided in Nova Scotia but seeing them all reunited in one place was quite impressive and let's face it, a little intimidating. Standing amidst all the commotion, the two-toned juvenile briefly debated whether a third activity was the right thing to do. She'd done two of them already; enjoyable moments to say the least but at this rate, she would surely run out of things to do before the end of the week. Lilin simply happened to be standing in front of a random tent when an announcement rang clear: ice fishing? Her deliberation was short.

Chancing the possibility of coming into contact with freezing water was quite unappealing. She had no quarrels with mother nature and she intended on keeping it that way. Treading on a frozen lake where holes had been punched into the ice really didn't seem like a smart move. Momentarily feeling inadequate once more, Lilin turned to leave when a male intercepted the general direction in which she'd been heading. Instinctively lowering her receivers, she recoiled ever so slightly in order to give him enough space. Had she inadvertently gotten in his way? She was about to apologize when her brain finally registered that he'd spoken to her. Mediterranean orbs held the olive tone of his gaze as she hesitated, struggling inwardly to find an excuse as to why she couldn't go with him. But something in his pleading gaze quenched her train of thoughts, coaxing a favorable answer out of her maw. “Okay,” she agreed calmly, pointing in the guide's general with the tip of her nose. He could lead the way; she would follow. “Let's go.”

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