we scare because we don't care

The day she'd joined Fireside it was as if the weight of the world had been relieved from her shoulders - and what better to replace that weight with other then the lingering scent of sheep shit and goat urine. Never before had she realized how disgusting some of these livestock were, and it definitely encouraged the Klein yearling to reach much much higher on the totem pole. All that considered, it was still a choice she'd make again in a heartbeat. The stresses of the Empire and the Abraxas name were off her mind at last and she was free to be whoever she felt she needed to be. Now if only she could stop the weird, hot feeling she got when she was around Alarr she'd be set for a happily ever after.

On her 'off' days she spent little time in Fireside's territory, desperate for the chance to escape livestock duty for even an hour. The soulless forest was nearby and just spooky enough to draw her attention, perhaps even interesting enough to give her something to talk to Alarr about the next time she saw him that wasn't how pretty his eyes were. Damnit, she was so off her game lately. So off it in fact, that she did not immediately recognize the voice of the brilliantly colored asshole who called out. Not until she saw him, at least, as Jupiter's markings made him hard to mistake.

"Nope, just doing a wide patrol to check on you seniors." She gave back. "Make sure you've not gone and gotten lost in your old age."