One Man's Trash... [Peregrine]

*Peregrine* · (This post was last modified: 07-12-2016, 07:43 AM by Peregrine.)

Okay, so Peregrine had gotten separated. Tsiry would call it "lost," but in truth she'd simply taken a detour that had cost them a bit of time and a close encounter with a band a thieves (who had found her unfortunately lacking.) A smart bit of navigating still had her arriving not long after Mags, and she found the pale woman at a distance rooting through the debris of the land. It seemed to have been used for... well, some purpose, and some time ago, but she could make neither heads nor tails of most of what she saw there. There were shards of sharp, clear stones of many colors that would bite at her paws if she did not watch her step, but other than that her mind was thrown into a frenzy by the possibilities that surrounded her. So many things, so much to see and root through. Goodness, she should have been born a crow, or at the very least a magpie.

Oh, right. Mags! That's why she was here. She let loose a sound that was very nearly a frustrated whine and set off towards her friend. Once within hearing distance, and unsure if the pale dame had noticed her, she called out, "You know, I've heard about this swath of land but this is my first time visiting. I may never leave." It was essentially an all-you-can-eat buffet for those in her profession, but Mags had whispered word of Jimson Weed which was valuable enough to keep her on track for now. Tsiry did not seem to care one way or another what wolves got up to, and Peregrine peeked over her shoulder to make sure that her friend had not fallen asleep. She received several lazy, blue-eyed blinks for her trouble. Well then! Time to get to it.

"Talk" "You" Think
"Tsiry"

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