A Visit

Orin Takekuro · 11-18-2010, 11:10 PM

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It hadn’t been all that long since the Takekuro girl had left her first home in Nova Scotia to join the recently formed Cercatori d’Arte pack, yet she already found herself homesick beyond words – which was an amazing feat for Orin. She was happy with her new pack, surrounded by people with whom she could share the wonders of her imagination and rejoice in the beauty of all art forms, but the pack was still missing one important thing, her brother. On her parting day from the Court, she knew she would be returning to visit frequently, as she had hardly ever spent so much as a night away from her once inseparable littermate, and in only a few weeks she found herself prepared to take a few days away to visit her old home. She only planned for a fast trip, and with this small woman that was possible as she had what seemed like endless speed and stamina in her quadruped form, and the travel through the forest from d’Arte did not take nearly as long as she expected. Perhaps the excitement of visiting her brother fueled her desire and kept her mind (an consequently, her body) from wandering.

When she arrived at the borders of the Court that evening, she failed to hesitate at the borders. Part of her still considered this place home, and never did it occur to her that to be proper she now should pause and announce her approach, and perhaps even await an escort into the territory. Later she may realize that she is technically a trespasser – but why would all of her old friends consider her an intruder, just because she lived a few miles away now? Barreling over the borders on four legs, Orin made a straight pathway to the Chein Hotel.

As soon as the hotel gates were in sight her voice yipped through the night, finally signaling her approach to the pack’s home. When she arrived at the iron fence, she bounced up against it, rearing onto her hind legs and propping her forepaws up. She had no need to change to undo to latch, Niro would come out any moment to greet her and let her through the gate. Her pink-hued tail lashed furiously with her excitement, swaying her rump side to side, and she barked her impatience again. She thought she detected movement and squinted, yapping at Niro to hurry up, but he never came.

After a few burning minutes, she dropped back down to all fours. If Niro was inside, he would have come for her by now. She glanced up to the stars and sneezed her annoyance. He had been haunting different places recently and was probably off someplace with Amaranth. Sighing, she turned and trotted away into the night.

She wasn’t sure where to look for Niro, so her next move found her wandering north towards Lunenburg. A little disheartened, she did not travel with the same speed and vigor as before, but soon her paws found the old city. One of her first times in this city had been with Niro as they raced through it, up the Shattered Coast, to show him the lighthouse she had discovered. A faint smile pressed itself onto her muzzle at the thought. What was her next fond memory of this city? Oh yes, the day she met Mars, the Russo man with that quirky personality and talent for guitar. That was the first time she had ever seen a costume shop.

But today she would not be traveling through the city with such swiftness, and somehow being a wolf among the remains did not feel right. She slipped down a side street to find a secure place within the night to change, and returned to the street once again in her petite Optime form.

A chill breeze meandered down the street and rustled in her fur, but it barely bothered her. Being a purebred Tundra wolf, her thick coat was ready to withstand much harsher weather – and now that the weather was cooling she was even growing a longer ruff down her neck and around her shoulders, accenting her curves even more. She let out a wistful, dreamy sigh as she walked alone through the ghostly, nighttime streets of Lunenburg.

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Mars Bartholomew Russo · 11-29-2010, 05:56 PM

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OOC: i suck for the wait.

Mars had gone out for a ride tonight, Vox being slightly more antsy than normal and wanting to go out for a ride. Mars simply had no choice in the matter, and he actually didn't mind riding at night. It was as fun as riding in the morning, possibly even better because the night was his friend. The American had been mounted on his steed's back early in the night, the dusk long gone by now and the night was officially on. The moon was low in the night, seeing as how it had just awoke from 12 hour nap to become the light for the night, where the monsters played. Whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark.. the words of the other would echo through the head of the American, which would make the man sneer and give a small growl at the thought of the other. Bartholomew did not solidify and show up though, even though he had thought something to Mars. Instead, Bartholomew hid in the shadows. Funny thing was that Mars was not afraid of the dark. Bartholomew was probably just making an analogy for the other to figure out. Mars would try not to let it bother him as he rode in the night, the silence being broken by none other than the stallion's hooves clopping against the broken pavement of the dead streets of Lunenberg.

The sound was soothing to the man though, finding comfort in knowing that he was the only one around at the moment, or at least the only one who was not hiding their presence in the shadows. This simple fact made the man on high alert anyways. His mismatched ears would move back and forth as he had stand upon his steed, as well as the fact that his nose would also be sniffing busily at the air to find any scents. Sooner or later he would find one on the air, and he would become extremely confused for a moment. He'd pull on Vox's mane to get the horse to hold up and stop for a moment as he sat there and thought about the smell he was smelling. He knew that he hadn't seen the owner of he smell in a long time, but he never really noticed that she was gone from the packlands, her scent stale and washed away by now. He knew the smell of the pink haired woman though, for her scent was one of great potency, plus, it was one Mars knew, so he obviously knew it. Mars tapped the side of the steed with his heels and Vox would then continue the pace they had been going before, and he had moved in the same direction.

It wouldn't be too long, only about a minute or two before the white and pink form of the woman would show up in front of Vox and Mars. Mars cocked his head to the woman immediately. Your smell is different. Are you not of the Court anymore? the man would ask the woman, curiosity thick in his American accented voice. It's been awhile... that was true, thanks for pointing it out, Captain Obvious.

Orin Takekuro · 12-01-2010, 01:55 PM

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OOC Pfft, no worries! (5 points)

These streets were eerie at this time of night. Although night time never really bothered the Takekuro girl, nor did human things, sometimes the mixture of the two and the sense of abandonment many of these old towns carried was minutely upsetting. Orin simply felt sorry for the old buildings. Sure, the Luperci were here now to continue life in these places that had once been built with so much promise, erected upon people’s dreams, but there were not enough werewolves yet who appreciated the old structures to bring any semblance of life back into this place.

It was the rhythmic sound of Vox’s hooves clopping on the road that brought her out of her reverie. Lunenburg was so still at night that the horse’s steps reverberated off the walls, and by the time the noise reached her it sounded like it could have been made by a giant. She shivered, though tonight was not a night her imagination would get the best of her. Horses were vastly popular in Cour des Miracles, and it was probably just one of her old pack mates out for a nighttime ride.

She peered down the street through the darkness and it was not long until she deciphered the silhouette. Horse and rider undistinguishable as they first appeared as one shadowed blob, but as Vox moved closer they began to take form. Another soft breeze played at her back and rustled her thickening coat, carrying her scent to Mars. The other would know who she was before she could make him out.

Though it did not take long for Orin to suppose who it was that came down that street, and she saw that she had been correct in her assumption as Vox came before her, Mars Russo perched on his back. A pleased grin crossed the woman’s face and her tail twitched to echo her delight.

“Mars! I was just thinking about you.” What a strange world this was, indeed. What was the likelihood that she would be meandering down the Court streets weeks after she had left the pack, thinking about the friend she had made in this place, and then bam, there he was.

She played with the thick ruff of fur that was filling in around her shoulders and chest for the winter as she gave him a nod. “Yes, how’d you know?” The question was silly, he had just said he detected it in her scent. “I moved on a couple weeks ago. I’m just back to see Niro, but he doesn’t seem to be at any of his old haunts.” She sighed, a touch of sadness in her voice. “The move has been wonderful for me, but at the same time, it’s hard to leave the first place I ever really called home. I get sick for Niro. But it is really an amazing place - this new pack called Cercatori D’Arte.”

Her eyes trailed over Mars’s parti-colored form and there was a soft, barely detectable change in her expression. It was good to see him, and after walking all alone through Cour des Miracles on her one day to visit, she was happy that she finally found one of her old friends.

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Mars Bartholomew Russo · 12-14-2010, 03:48 PM

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ooc: don't ask me why I put my siggy on top of my table, just seemed like it would fit there... xD wc: 509

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The illegitimate Russo man held his icy blue gaze on the woman, mismatched ears taking in the sound of her voice as she had talked about how she was just thinking about him. Mars gave a crooked half-smile and he looked down at Vox's mane. Black finger would twirl the stallion's black mane hair between the man's fingers. How coincidental. were the only two words to quietly pass his American lips. The American wolfdog had curled the tip of his tail, out of habit as he sat there, mounted upon his steed. shy icy eyes would then move back on the woman, the man noticing how she had looked now, different from back then, not in the sense to where she looked completely like a different person, but now she looked full. her fur was growing out for the winter, curves being draped with beautiful white fur, and the pink dreads and tail still as bright as ever. She was a unique looking girl, even if her colors were not true to her. She played with her fur before she spoke to him again, asking him how he knew she had not been with the court anymore. The American would open his mouth to speak, to answer, but then she had moved on to speak some more. it would then dawn on him that she was not really asking the question, just being silly with him. He forgot that she was like this. What a silly little girl she was.

He was uninterested when she had talked about her brother, simply because he and her brother did not have too much in common. Orin had been the one of the two that Mars could relate to, simply because both beings were extremely artistic. Niro was different than the two, and Mars picked that up right away. Mars didn't care for her brother, nor did he condemn the man. Mars, out of politeness, had stayed silent for the duration of her speech. He was not bored though, he listened to every word and memorized every syllable that she spoke. He watched her mouth as she spoke, and when she had stopped, it had been on a particular name that had caused the man's mismatched ears to twitch. His head would cock to the right. Cercatori D’Arte? What's so special about it? the man asked simply, as he pushed his left leg over to the right side and he pushed his body from the horse's and he landed on his feet with a soft click of his claws against the concrete. The Russo would stand stand up in front of the woman, and he would stuff his hands within his jacket pockets. Mars let his eyes fall back on the woman again, a small grin stretching over his maw. This was perhaps a small indication that the man was happy to see the woman, for he slightly was. His tail even gave a curled wag, even though it would quickly be stopped by Mars willing it too hard to do so.

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Orin Takekuro · 01-01-2011, 06:58 PM

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OOC WC 589

Her ears twitched and she beamed with pride when Mars showed interest in her new pack. Cercatori was such a beautiful place, a beautiful conception, and any Lupcerci would be lucky to know about it, let alone visit or be a part of it. Her joy glowed in her eyes and in her smile as she looked up to Mars. Though before she could reply, Mars began to dismount. Orin sidestepped to give Mars enough room to descend, although she would not have needed to. She watched the Russo man slip from his perch on Vox’s back and heard the gentle click of his nails as he landed with steady feet. She took a step closer to the stallion and raised a dainty hand to Vox’s flank, tentatively petting the horse, though she still looked at Mars. Orin was tiny next to the bulky mount and the tall Russo man, and had to crane her neck to peer up into the face that towered more than a foot over her. Neither Mars nor Vox intimidated her, though. Sure, she would have been, were they hostile, but that wouldn’t happen. They were friends.

“They are the seekers of art,” she said, giving him the translation of the pack’s name. “They are a pack of artists dedicated to their craft. Our mission is to create and share our art, expand our knowledge and tutor others who would like our guidance. The pack is newly established but growing. There is another writer, even, too! Her name is Skye Collins, and she is one of our leaders. Shawchert, the alpha, is a musician. There is another man who colors his fur, like me, though a bit more wildly.” She giggled at the thought of Ouija. “I have not met everyone yet, but there are craftsmen, dancers, singers. You name it.”

The lilt in her voice attested to her respect and reverence for her new pack. She smiled fondly. She was thrilled to tell her friend about the place, but her usual over-the-top wildness had a strand of deep love weaved throughout it. Her short whiskers perked with her smile, and her tail swayed endlessly behind her, some long, pink filaments swiping the ground as it went.

“You should really come see it some time! You would like it there, I think. I took to the place at once. There’s a lot of unsettled land in the territory, and a beautiful old town that we call Thornbury. It’s pretty much like it sounds… It is rural and the forest has worked to reclaim it fast, which gives it a bit of romantic charm. Of course we’re clearing some of that away. Oh!” She squeaked, as though she suddenly remembered. “I have a bookstore! It’s all my own. I found it in Thornbury and Shaw has let me claim the books, and there’s an upper office that I’m turning into my bedroom. Come to think of it, I should turn the old back stock room into a guest room.” She grinned at the revelation. “Of course, I plan to share all the books with the pack.”

She barely took a breath before continuing. “And when I met Shawchert I talked to him about putting together a show. Something entertaining that we might be able to take to other packs. I would love to do a play! But at first it will probably be more of an art show.” Finally her voice trailed off as her imagination succumbed to dreams of what the show could be.

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 01-01-2011, 10:31 PM

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ooc: Orin makes me smile, she's so cute. SSWM wc:526

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As the woman spoke about her pack, Mars stood there and watched her lips move, listening to every word she had to say, and trying to figure out why her voice as the way it was. It made her who she was, and Mars knew by now that he would not forget her voice so easily. He looked at her mouth as she smiled, the energy seeming to just ooze from her voice, just pure excitement. Mars found this to be present almost every time he talked to her, but tonight, there was so much more. She must have been so happy in that pack. Mars wondered if he would be as happy as her. She obviously was doing things that she loved in that pack, and Mars was doing nothing here in the court, which was probably why he was all the way at the bottom of the hierarchy. Either way, what Orin was explaining to the Russo was attractive to him not only because there was art, but also because of the fact that this woman had found a home there, and she was as happy as could be as far as he could see from her constant wagging of her blossom colored tail.

Mars was silent as she spoke, simply because she barely paused enough for him to cut in, but she had told him that he should visit there sometime. Mars looked at Vox and his restless self. The whole reason they were out tonight was because of the restlessness of the steed. Orin just handed the stallion and the rider an invitation and Mars was about to take it. He actually let a small smile hug his face for a second before his mouth opened to speak. We should go now. I have nothing better to do..Maybe I'll like it enough to stay or somethin'... We just need to stop by my house really quick to grab a few things and then we could be off to go to this Cercatori D’Arte. the man held a shred of hope in his voice, even he had heard the hope, and found the emotion to be either misplaced or it just confused him.

Orin then went on to speak about a play that she wanted to put together. Mars then let a wide joker's grin fall on his mismatched lips, and a chuckle passed his lips. There was something about Orin and her brightness that had let the actor have such a wide grin of his teeth happen. He normally forgot to smile at people, but with her, it was weird, different. Mars considered the woman a friend, you could say. She was the only one in the Court that had really clicked with him anyways he figured. He looked at the silly little girl and nodded his head. You know that I would help throw this play. the man spoke, voice calm and quiet like it always was. What story would you have in mind? Writing a new script would be fun... the man spoke, even he was slightly excited about the idea of doing a play for the souls of 'Souls.

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Orin Takekuro · 01-06-2011, 02:16 AM

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Her eyelids nearly disappeared as her golden eyes became wide marbles in her head as Mars expressed his interested in coming to see her pack lands. It was almost like she was trying to fly away with all the flapping and twitching of her ears as her countenance reflected her delight. Her friend was interested in visiting her new homelands! What a terrific night this had just become. “You really want to?” Though she asked, she was not really questioning him, rather than repeating it out of surprise. “Then let's go!” She threw her arms into the air in celebration and giggled, and was just about to make a little motion and point to the best path that exited Cour des Miracles in the direction of Cercatori when Mars said something more.

So, he needed to get some things? Then he wasn't just joking when he said 'maybe I'll like it enough to stay'. Orin grinned and gave an affirmative nod. “Okay then, let's go get your stuff and we'll be off. It's not the worst trek out there – there is a pretty good path cut almost straight through. I can get back and forth between the lands in just a few hours,” never mind the fact that Orin was as quick as lightening when she was in her Lupus form, her preferred mode of travel. Although she was pretty fast on two feet, too, she tended to be more clutzy.

She made a little gesture indicating that Mars should lead the way back to his house, and prepared to take up stride alongside the man in the night. “You'll really like this place, I just know it. Ooh, so far I haven't found any great costume shops like we did that one day, but there is a man who trades interesting wares that you might find useful in your sewing.” She made a mental note to remember to introduce the Russian to the coy-wolf trader that lived just across the dirt patch from her.

She seemed thoughtful for a time, her electric demeanor calming as her mind roiled with thoughts. What would she show Mars first? Well, that would probably have to be Thornbury, since that was the most likely place they would find Shawchert or Skye and request permission for his visit – or admittance – in Cercatori. And then her bookstore had to be next. She wasn't even half way done with sorting through the old books but she was certain there would be something there that Mars would like (then again, she was certain there was a book in the world for everybody). Maybe they could have another bonfire and Mars could meet more members of the pack, and they could dance together and celebrate under the stars as Orin so loved to do! Her eyes flicked back to Mars, her smile reflected in them.

And then he mentioned something about helping her with the play. Orin remembered talking to Mars before about a similar idea, and was elated to have the man's help. “That would be amazing! Especially since you know so much more about costumes than anyone else I know. I'm still not sure what play I'd like to do... there are so many great classics out there. Something dramatic? Something funny? Something inspiring? Maybe I can find something that covers it all.” She made flourishing hand motions as she spoke. “What do you think?

“Oh! Why didn't I think of that?” Of course Orin had tried her hand at writing. It was what she did. But for some reason it hadn't occurred to her to try to perform a script that she wrote herself. But still the same questions toiled in her mind. What would it be about? “Maybe it could be some great fantasy! Or adventure! Maybe I can do something based off of my old life in Florida. But, I wouldn't want to have it be exactly that, that's a little too scary. Maybe something more symbolic...” Her voice trailed off and her eyes turned to the walkway ahead of them as she submerged deep into her imagination, wracking her brain for a good story.

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 01-08-2011, 01:44 AM

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For a majority of the woman's words, he had been silent, agreeing silently with the woman's excited words. She'd urge him to lead the way back to his house, and without missing a beat, the man had started to walk in the other direction, grabbing onto Vox's reigns as he walked by the steed and he had turned the horse around and walked at a moderate pace alongside the horse, all in the direction of his worn down old two story house that he lived in. Mars thought about the things he was going to bring when the woman continued to talk to him. There was little silence between the two, the woman taking over the conversation with her little babblings about how he'd like D'Arte. She was overexcited as always, a trait of hers that she was known for. She told him that there was someone he should meet as far as trading goes, and he nodded his head lightly and gave the woman a small smile as he walked along with her, and Vox. Do you know what kind of stuff he trades for? the man asked, his voice as calm as ever and his eyes on the pink haired woman.

She went on to ask him what he thought about as far as plays go that they could do. Mars thought about it for a minute, trying to figure out what they could do. Romeo and Juliet was a classic, as was Annie, or Sherlock Holmes. Mars put his coal tinted finger to his chin and he scratched it as if he was in deep thought about this, in which he had gone into deep thought about what he would like to act out for the new pack that he might be joining. Mars was unsure of it, but he had a feeling that he might take this opportunity to leave CdM and the little memories that it did hold in his head... and Bartholomew's as well. How was your life in Florida scary? What is Florida like? the man questioned. He knew where Florida was just because he had studied the human maps for quite some time but he didn't ever get to travel to the south so he was absolutely clueless as to what it was like down there. How about a play with all of that? Adventure, humor, drama, horror, romance, symbols. It'd be like a super play! he probably got a little bit more excited than he should have, but he was caught up in the moment, and Orin was in his presence to see it. It was a rare sight, simple as that.

It didn't take too long for them to get back to his house, and by that time he had already figured out what he wanted to bring along with him. It was an Art pack, so he needed one or two of his professions. He didn't have any of the sheep meat left, so he couldn't show that he knew how to cook, but he did have a dress that he had been working on for awhile now out of the random fabrics he had picked up the day that he was with Orin at the costume shop. The dress had come out quite beautifully, and he only wished that he had a better person to use for measurements since he only had an old human manikin. He was quick to make his decision on his objects and he took what he needed, including his guitar, finding this to be the most important object that he needed to make sure that he would take. He stuffed the dress into a bag and then walked out of his room. He looked over his house once more before he had decided that everything was in order and he had walked out and over to Orin and Vox. Mars gave the woman a small smile before he held the guitar to her. Hold this for me, We're gonna ride. the man spoke to the woman and he had then turned to Vox and tied the bag to the horse's waist. Mars then mounted the horse's back and got comfortable before he held his hand out to Orin to help her on the steed's back. Hold on to my waist so you don't fall. the man told the woman.

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Orin Takekuro · 01-09-2011, 01:43 AM

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OOC Sounds good, last post it is! ^_^ WC 1,035

For a moment Orin was silent as she thought about Cercatori's resident trader, the coy-wolf named Bangle. The man was constructing an intriguing house within the thick branches of the tree that loomed just across the way from her own bookstore. He was an interesting man, always smiling and laughing at something – half the time Orin didn't know what it was he was snickering at. “As far as I know, he'll trade for just about anything. Well, as long as he benefits from it anyway, not that I think he's stingy. But we've got a good deal going on, so far I've been able to trade with reading and writing lessons.” She thought about it for a moment, then realized, “Come to think of it, I think he plays the lute. Or maybe it's a guitar.” She trailed off in thought.

She remained quiet for a moment more as he questioned her about her life in Florida. Being asked about that horrible place had not offended her like her silence might have suggested, rather she delved into careful thought for a moment as she tried to decide how to answer. She wanted to compare it to something but she did not know anything else that bad. It was what it was, and that was a nightmare. It had been the only life she had known until she and Niro made the journey to Nova Scotia, and it was thanks to her childhood there that she had fallen so deeply in love with books. They were a way to escape, and escape she did nearly every day. Luckily for her, she had a brother who cared for her and watched out for her, and understood her need to be taken to another realm even if only in the imagination, and he would salvage every last book that still had ink on the pages for his sister to read.

“Florida is just bad,” she said, her voice steady. For a moment she wanted to say nothing more, as though talking about it would call up a demon that would come spirit her away to the dreadful place. Yet after a moment she steeled herself and went on. “I grew up there. Our parents disappeared some time when we were young, we think a gang overtook them while they were scavenging for food. They just left one day and never came back. Life in Florida is life on the run, unless you break down and join one of the gangs in the slums. But even then you don't get a very long life expectancy. It's all old cities that have been used up and destroyed by riots and decades of street wars. There's hardly any food and I think the stuff that does come in filters in from distant mafia organizations who steal from farmers, or maybe they have slaves, I don't really know. It's just, there's not enough food for anybody there, so you're pretty much living on pigeon and rat-burgers. Sometimes I think that's why I'm so little.” She looked down at herself, and then up to Mars with a grin. “We didn't have a home. We pretty much just ran all the time. If we stayed in one place too long some thug would eventually find us. Usually they tried to recruit Niro and buy me, and when they were turned down they'd want to kill Niro and keep me. Luckily there was a tentative truce between the sailors and the mobs, and ships that came to dock were relatively left alone. That's how we got out of there – we bartered passage on a ship.” There was little else to tell unless Mars had specific questions, but that pretty much covered it.

“I guess... yeah! I guess you're right. It would have everything. Maybe we could make it a series, even? Have a couple good leading characters and a big bad that gets his due in the end,” she punched her fist into her palm, accentuating her point. “I'll jot down some memories and ideas over the next few days, see if we can't pull something together. Maybe we can have a brainstorming pow-wow?”

She waited outside with the stallion as the Russo man disappeared into his house. Her eyes scanned the night, moving from the snow laden city to the clear sky above, grinning at the twinkling stars. After a moment she moved closer to the horse and lay a hand on his neck, petting him gently and being cautious of his reaction to her touch. If the steed did not like it, she would stop. After a moment the parti colored man returned from the house, carrying a load of possessions with him now. She surveyed him, taking in what items she could see, and grinned when she noticed the guitar, then stared at the instrument dumbly for a second when Mars held it out to her. What was he doing? Entrusting her with his prized instrument! The smile began to creep across her face again soon enough, though, and that was the only hesitation she made. She accepted the guitar and slung it over her shoulder. “I'll be very careful with it.” She reassured him with a nod.

Her eyes darted to the stallions when she realized the next thing Mars said. “Ride? I've never ridden a horse before.” She was a little excited and a little afraid. She had no skill on horseback and thought for a moment about declining the offer and suggesting that she run alongside Vox in her Lupus form. But Mars moved quickly and before she had made up her mind to protest the man was mounted and holding his hand out to her.

Her eyes brightened and she reached up, grasping Mars's arm wrist-to-wrist for best grip. A soft giggle filled the air as Orin was hoisted up onto Vox's back. She shifted awkwardly for a moment and once she felt somewhat settled, did as her friend instructed and wrapped her arms around him. Her grip was a little tight, but probably nothing the Russo man couldn't handle. She giggled again as they trotted off.

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