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.

She was looking this way while he was going that way, but luckily her vivid coloration caught his attention and Strelein stopped and said something. Jumping slightly, she spun around and much to her surprise it seemed she had actually found who she was looking for! Her face lit up, a wide smile brimming her muzzle as she hurried over to him. She remembered Strel not only from when she lived in the Court before, when she wasn’t even a year old yet, but also when she and Niro had returned to the pack he was the one who was there to meet them and was the first to approve their readmittance into the pack.

“Oh yes! How funny, I was just looking for you,” she said, although why it was funny-strange that she had found the person she was looking for was a little unclear. Suddenly she was not sure where to start, but Orin never had a problem finding a lot of words anyway. “I remember that you… I found this book,” she held up the book right in front of Strel’s nose, “It’s all about acrobats and stuff. Some of the things are so pretty! Do you sew? I thought you did. Somebody said you did. Did you say you did? Anyway, the acrobats do all sorts of neat tricks,” she opened the book to a random page and started pointing all willy nilly at photographs of humans. The more she talked, the more excited she became and the more extravagant her gestures. “There’s a costume shop in Lunenburg, but it doesn’t have long enough fabric, I don’t think. Or maybe it does. I don’t know. I don’t know what we need. Look at that one, woah! What do you think?”

She looked at him, as though expecting an answer; too bad she hadn’t actually asked him a clear question. After a moment of pause, she looked back at the book and realized she wasn’t on the page that she should be, photographs of tight rope walkers were not going to help her. At most, she might as well have been asking about costumes, but that wasn’t it at all.

“Oh! No, I mean this,” she flipped to a page she had dog eared earlier, smoothed out the folded corner, and held it out for him to see. The heading read Aerial Silk Acrobatics. “That’s what I want to do.” Maybe, by process of elimination, he could figure out what she was asking. Or if the woman would just calm the heck down for one minute she could form a concise request… but let’s face it, this was Orin, and of all the phrases in her vocabulary, calm down was not one of them.