ooc: February 14th. Near the Halcyon mountains.
This was as good of a day as any, she supposed, to sit and wait for this appointment to unfold. It was quite an interesting arrangement for sure made in earnest for the sake of broadening her knowledge of the northern territory neighbors. In truth, she had been surprised by the receptiveness of the Anatheman lead. She had expected something like an outright rejection, after all she was a nameless face when compared to the deep roots that connected many of these land’s inhabitants together. In the grand scheme, she knew next to nothing about them all… but hoped this meeting would dispel the mystery and shine a new light of understanding. And if not that, at least she would be able to place a name to a face and learn a little more about their history and culture.
Amidst the warm sun the golden female took a comfortable seat within the bordering mountains, overlooking the lands with serenity on her face as she bide her time with a relaxing craft. For once her mane was not the source of her cathartic leisure as she had done to it what all she could do. Instead, she was attempting to craft something with the beads she had acquired at the festival. Their varying colors that caught her eyes and the amount was certainly worth the efforts of her trade, but she hadn’t the idea then what she could do with them… or even now, but still she was trying. The various feathers that accented her woven mane were plucked periodically and fashioned with these beads. Even now she held a rust speckled feather to the sunlight trying to imagine what bead would look better attached to its end. It seemed like a silly thing to spend this much of her tome contemplating, but it was relaxing none the less as she waited patiently for the other party to appear.