Ah, so this was Yfir. Nice place. Warja stood outside the border looking in. While she still had every intention of searching for her father, the fae had decided it was in her best interest to set up a base of operations first. That way she'd have a place to store her plant stash and a safe place to rest between expeditions. She was unsure of what the rest of her family was going to decide, or Kismet for that matter, but she'd decided not to dwell on their decisions or try to sway them. Ultimately it was their decision and she trusted that each knew what was best for themselves. Regardless of their choices, Warja intended to track them down and visit occasionally. If they thought they could get rid of her by simply living somewhere else they were sadly mistaken.
She sighed. While she wanted to become part of this pack, the pleasantries and butt kissing that were possibly required to get in didn't appeal to her at all. Katja hadn't struck her as one to beat around the bush or be swayed by flattery, so there was that. However, that probably didn't cut down on how hard she was going to have to try to sell herself. The masked fae had struck Warja as someone who wouldn't settle for anything that was less than the best and while Warja was proud of her skills, it was impossible to judge where someone else's standards were.
