Absorbed into the work that was laid out before her, the golden women grew oblivious to her surroundings as much as she could; although the scents and sounds still reached her and registered as familiar, as pack and as such, not worth her attention. If someone actually needed her they would have to draw her attention away from the pages before her, for her works was more important then being a social butterfly with the bunch of buffoons she lived with. Thankfully the wind was light for once and the paper only ruffled barely with the soft breeze that trailed it's way throughout the village; although just to be safe she tucked the majority of the paper and loose items under her thigh so that if the wind did pick up she would not have to go chasing after it like a fool.
Placing pen upon the paper she began to record what she had seen, mere notes that were not required to make sense or be in any order; such things she would do when she returned to the caves, but for now all she wanted to do was recording the progression of the work as she had seen it whilst it was still fresh within her mind. With large strokes she scrawled down the majority of what she wanted to record in a messy handwriting, ocean eyes running over it as she read her notes back through to herself to confirm that she hadn't missed anything of importance. Satisfied with her work she leaned back, placing the paper and equipment on the floor, tucked close to the statue to shelter it from the worse of the weather, head lifting and turning as a voice broke the bubble of solitude she had formed around herself as she worked.
Placing a hand upon her neck she stretched out stiff muscles and raised thin arms over her head, stretching them out to before responding. “Recording the pack's stupidity to report to the Angelo and Angela” she responded, reflecting the women's posture and cocking her head a fraction to, her face perfectly calm despite the rubbish she just spoke, although if the meaning of her words was twisted it could still be true somewhat. “Grace D'Angelo” she offered her name, a slow smile spreading across dark lips.
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