.and so the helter skelter of strong willed bruja moves unsurely across lands, as if in debate of retreating. no . . . she would do this for him, as well as them. chocolate gaze flickers over territory cautiously, where was that ingrown sense of knowing where she was when she needed it? frustration is given way to relief as inhabitants are sighted, and winged angel makes abrupt entrance..cocked head, lobes erect in alertness . . . fashionably late, maybe?.
.snort is given, frustrated with herself . . . you are useless you know that?.
.mood shifts just as suddenly, gentle . . . soothing. and yet hesitant.
"I am truly sorry I'm late, I fear I cannot boast that I have a superior sense of direction."
.limbs shifted constantly, as if ready for harsh scrutiny . . . well deserved you might say.
[OOC: OMG!!! *g* That was the first time I truly got completely LOST! I thought everyone was still in Hawky's tt, *has to refresh her screen everytime there are new messages* I'm ammmm SOOOOO sorry!!! What a clutz I am!]
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