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Lately, Festivity had found herself breaking from routine. Generally when visiting a new place, she got right down to the business of plying her trade in exchange for food, shelter and supplies. She had quickly discovered that here, the regular rules of hospitality were not observed; what was worse, they generally did not apply. When there was little shelter of the traditional sense to be found, when very few canines applied themselves to a given trade, and when food was caught fresh on a need-to-eat-basis, Festivity found the pseudo-medieval culture she had been raised in had no bearing here. Fortunately, the environment of her youth had been constantly changing from place to place and culture to culture, so adaptation was as much a part of her as anything. Still, adapting from Indian to Chinese culture had been one thing; to adapt from European culture to none was another thing entirely.



As a result, the odd hybrid had been spending more time reading and researching than sharing and teaching; more time exploring and hunting than in conversation and reflection. For now she was content with this new pattern as it gave her time to wrestle with ghosts of her not-so-distant past. A time was fast approaching when it would no longer be enough, but right now, today, tomorrow... well, she need not look much farther ahead than that.



Festivity had packed a light pack early this morning and headed northeast to the looming mountain range. Eager for an eagle's-eye view of the peninsula, she planned to spend a few days scaling the hill's impressive heights. She had packed light, taking only what (she viewed as) essentials in a small backpack and leaving the rest carefully stowed at the Halifax library. Today was the first day of her ascent and the land had barely begun to incline. Still, the change of scenery was refreshing, both for herself and Valrian.


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