Drinks

A small chuckle would escape her dark lips at the dames invitation of a tour, and as she watched the ivory lady take her leave, presumably to live her life, she called out a small reply. "Good day, Desdemona. I feel I shall see you soon!" Her call would be polite, and she would turn, her black frame disapereing into the lands, her mind racing with thoughts of her previous conversation. Tortuga seemed like a fine home to her, a place where she could and would fit in. Yes, She felt her paws taking her towards the mountainous territory, towards what would be her new home. Tortuga.

-exit Juno and end thread-