Since returning to the Armada, Acciona had done little to acquaint herself with any of her packmates. Besides Sirius, it was unlikely that any of them had even remembered she was once part of the pack, as she’d been there for such a short time before being taken again. When she returned, she’d vowed to herself that she would try harder to be better and to show that she was worth letting back in the pack. It was much more difficult for her in practice than it had been when she came up with the idea on her way back. The strange events that had unfolded before her return had rattled her more than she initially realized, and it had driven her back into the shadows were she used to reside.
Isolation was not the way to get better, though. She knew that she had to push herself to step out of her comfort zone, no one was going to come calling and drag her out into the world. She had to be willing to make the first step, so she made her way to the bonfire. Others seemed to gather there, and while she usually only saw them from a distance, uneasy about the idea of going over when there was a crowd. Today there seemed to be only one figure there, one she didn’t even slightly recognize. Maybe they were new, and maybe they would be easier for her to try and talk to.
Slowly, she moved in, nodding to the man as she approached. "Hello. Do you mind if I sit?" She nodded to a spot within conversational distance. Socialization wasn’t something she was good at, but this was a start. Right?
