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Asariel eyed DaVinci with an amused glint in her pretty eyes. Phoenix Valley, driving her to drink so soon in her time living here? No, she'd like to think. It was a nice place. Green, though not at the moment. Well, there were little bits of here here and there, where the icky snow had finally started melting away. She didn't like snow. She took another swig from the bottle, trying to contain the giggles that wanted to escape. She laughed mirthlessly, instead. "No...not, at all..." She said, her words unstable, wavering and nearly stumbling over each other. She settled the bottle beside her, close to her hip. He had his own alcohol, so why would he want hers? "Phoe..nix Valley is really a...love...ly place to li--live." What had driven her to drink, she pondered to herself. Well, at this point she didn't have an answer.
Then again, it was a greedy world out there, after all. But no. She trusted DaVinci as her leader and one that was a higher rank than herself. Who was she to judge? She'd only arrived but maybe a week ago. She had no right to judge any members in the pack, especially those of a higher rank. She wrinkled her nose, then. There was also that Honore guy, who had said she was racist simply because she didn't like white; his pelt was white also and he simply took it the wrong way. Indeed, she could have worded things better. Still. How rude! She watched DaVi curiously, wondering what his story was. Everyone had a story. She wasn't sure if she should try to speak again. Everything sounded so broken up and stupid, but she was half wasted already so who cared? "So, Mr. ... Leader, why are you out here all...by your lone...some..." She frowned. Stupid words! It wasn't her fault she was drunk...no, of course not! It was the words fault! Yes, that made perfect sense to her wasted mind. She smiled a silly grin, satisfied that she'd gotten this cleared up.
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