[center][h3]Akagalcia[/h3][/center]
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[color=SteelBlue]"So I take it you've just been familiarizing yourself with a small area for the sake of familiarity?"[/color] Rave asked, pausing at an intersection to survey. Akagalcia stepped around him, not trying to step in his way, but subconsciously mimicking the flow of the crowd and then circling to the other side of him. She too was keeping her eyes open.

"Home is where you spend time. Athredan is full of people that seem happy. Young people who fight well, artists, storytellers, cooks, crafters." As they continued down the main road she seemed to relax more and more, the chemical facility now out of sight. "My tribe traveled with several others for safety and things felt much the same. It is not good to run alone." Akagalcia spoke the last with some sorrow. But, looking around, that was forgotten as a little clothing shop came into view. Akagalcia started toward it, cooing under her breath at a pair of pants.

"I will need to look like some of the part of this world." It was a true statement. For all Akagalcia's manner could seem beneath notice, several of the pelts among her leathers belonged to no creature Rave had even read about. Anyone with a keen eye would find them unmistakable.