Running With The Salmon Festival
07-22-2022, 09:40 PM
The girl heeded the call at a brisk trot, the scent of salmon and eggs wafting her way. She would not, under any circumstance, let herself drool, regardless of how delicious the smell in her nose was. Spring had settled in here, compared to the constant frigidity of the north. While it wasn't her favourite month, too loud and colourful for her tastes, she appreciated the bird song and the luscious green of the foilage. Monochrome could certainly get boring after a while. She was not the first there, and her brows lifted when she caught sight of a familiar face. First things first however, introductions would be crucial. She approached long-limbed hostess. "I am Sybil, of the Menagerie. This may be the first you have heard of us, but the wind will soon carry our name far, so I assure you it will not be the last." Never the wrong time for a bit of advertisement. They were not officially a separate entity yet, but their time was approaching fast. A little omission of truth wouldn't hurt. The other half of her pair had not arrived yet apparently, so she moved to take a seat next to her friend, giving the boy a soft smile. "Ricin. How has spring been treating you?" ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ |