it kicks and it kicks like a pony

[Camila Santiago]

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After deciding to trust Jazper and take those few tentative steps into Casa di Cavalieri's lands, everything had happened very quickly. Due to the late nature of the night, she'd been temporarily placed in one of the empty Fort Kingsbury rooms to catch some rest before the morning. It was strange for Camila to be indoors to sleep, and on a distant level she missed the reassurance of the night sky above her, but at the same time that was easily traded in for the magnificently comfortable bed she'd spent the night on. Hinting at a nature more puppy-like than she typically carried, she'd spent the first few minutes exploring how bouncy and resistant the mattress was, silently as she could, before finally curling up in the middle of the bed in her Lupus form, body wrapped tightly around herself and her knives to discourage theft, and drifting off to sleep.

Without the sun to indicate when she should wake up, the fae ended up sleeping well past dawn, Camila stretching her form out in her slumber to fully enjoy the bed she lay upon. After waking up with parts of her pelt sticking in different ways, the tawny Spanish lady spent a few moments smoothing herself down, in hopes that she'd at least look presentable to her new packmates, before sitting on the edge of her bed to bring her form into her Optime body.

It took only a moment, and when she was fully bipedal, the woman wasted no time in slipping her belt around her hip, reassured by the soft thumping of the blades against her hip as she rose to her feet. Her body was completely naked, having had no need for clothes and no means to get them, and so stood exposed to the world without a second thought. Her auburn hair, curled and lengthy, stayed mercifully out of her bi-coloured eyes as she navigated the strange house, only opening doors that she suspected would lead outside and not into someone else's slumber.

Emerging outside on the first morning of her being a member of her own pack, the woman stretched her arms in the late morning sun, casting a glance around her surroundings to eagerly drink in her new life. It didn't take long for her gaze to reach the main town square, and with new appreciation for the fountain's water leaping in the light, she moved towards it, a soft grin playing at her features. Sitting down on the fountain's edge, she trailed her fingers in the pooled water for a moment, lost in thought as she remembered her journey from Spain to Barbados and then Maine, and realized with a small shock that there was not a hint of homesickness to be found in her psyche. She remembered Spain clearly, with her old warrior pack's member's faces clear as a bell to her mind, but although she loved them as cousins, it was with a distinct sense of happiness that she found herself in Casa di Cavalieri, and optimism for the future.

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