Lunenburg was a town rife with information, it just took a good long search to find it. Well, a mother with nothing to do all day but take care of three pups could go stir crazy, so one afternoon she had decided to take them on a little outing through the town, hoping to tire them out so they would pass out and perhaps leave her and Mars with some alone time. While they were out she found an old shop, and after a short search she found a weathered old book on acrobatics. The acrobats in the pictures were all humans, but she knew that their bodies were similar, and that these amazing tricks could be done by a well practiced Luperci. One section in particular had drawn her interest, so amazed with it that she was she took the book back home with her and began making plans to learn this type of performance.
First things first! If she was going to learn to be an aerial dancer she needed the right place to practice! Well, the amphitheater might do but a rig would have to be made. She thought Mars may be able to help with that part, but if not there surely would be some carpenter in the Court who could. What concerned her today though was the mode of dancing. In the photographs, the women were performing beautiful poses and graceful routines while hanging from two long pieces of fabric. That drummed up some questions, and she thought she might know the perfect person to ask.
She did not know Strelein well, but she did know that the man had a knack for sewing. He might be able to shed some light on just what kind of fabric would be best used for something like this, and how to either make or obtain it. She also had another motive to talk to him; she wanted to restore the old costume shop in Lunenburg that held so much history for her and Mars, but she didn't know the first thing about fabric or sewing. Mars could teach her, but she knew getting information from more than one source was optimal to learning any skill.
Unsure of where to start looking for the man, she headed towards the pack's central most meeting spot; the Chien Hotel. She was without her brood today, leaving them with Mars for the afternoon and taking some much needed time off. All she had with her now was the book so she could show Strel.
The path she walked was familiar, and soon enough she saw the rose bushes she had once toured by her friend Alaine's side. This place held so much history for her. How had she ever managed to leave the Court for so long? Soon the Hotel was in sight, the wrought iron fences standing tall before her, and she wondered if Strelein would be here at all or if she had even started at the right place.
Photo courtesy of Alaskan Dude
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