02-17-2012, 12:14 AM
Fatin Nejem had heard about this merchant/art-based pack in the south when she had come to the area when she was in Freetown and was trying to figure out where she would fit in. She had even considered joining there. That was until she heard about Ichika no Ho-en. Then she had decided to join that pack instead. But she had always been curious about Cercatori d’Arte. But had never had a reason to visit there.
Until about a week ago when a loner had happened upon her and told her that the pack was building a boat of all things and was inviting canines to see the boat. Having grown up at a port-city, the city of Istanbul, Fatin knew a little bit about boats. Not much, mostly about how beautiful they could get. Her own father, a shah, had a fleet of boats and she spent some time on them. So she had told Asad and asked if he wanted to come with. He declined and told her to have fun. Fatin didn’t need his permission to do stuff but knew that he appreciated knowing where she was.
Which is what led her to the borders of Cercatori d’Arte after a ride of over a day. Fatin paused at the border not knowing what to do. She knew that it was considered polite to both wait until someone came or to call for someone. Aziz was a little antsy at her waiting and she gently but firmly pulled on his reins. She decided to call and did so, settling back on her horse’s back to wait patiently for someone to answer her call.
Until about a week ago when a loner had happened upon her and told her that the pack was building a boat of all things and was inviting canines to see the boat. Having grown up at a port-city, the city of Istanbul, Fatin knew a little bit about boats. Not much, mostly about how beautiful they could get. Her own father, a shah, had a fleet of boats and she spent some time on them. So she had told Asad and asked if he wanted to come with. He declined and told her to have fun. Fatin didn’t need his permission to do stuff but knew that he appreciated knowing where she was.
Which is what led her to the borders of Cercatori d’Arte after a ride of over a day. Fatin paused at the border not knowing what to do. She knew that it was considered polite to both wait until someone came or to call for someone. Aziz was a little antsy at her waiting and she gently but firmly pulled on his reins. She decided to call and did so, settling back on her horse’s back to wait patiently for someone to answer her call.