✯ — The petite marten quietly slipped into the group, a sharp-shined hawk swooping down nearby.  The Halo's companion seemed far more interested in the happenings than the mustelid herself.  Her one visible eye was glazed with a faraway look before a flicker of attention landed on the kitsune.  A tiny smile made it's way on her maw, but it was faint.  She would no doubt return to gathering herbs and remaining in her thoughts once this was settled.

"… Welcome," her voice was a murmur.  "N-need anything? ...Water?" Calum carried her medkit, harnessed snuggly on his feathered back; it should still have her water flask, last she checked.  Generally, she preferred using it for tea, but for traveling about, plain water was just as good.

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Versailles doesn't know what comes over her when she decides that it's a banging good idea to approach a big crowd. She really, really doesn't - but somebody told her to put herself out there and she's trying. Granted, her efforts aren't always that effective and, more often than not, she ends up with cold paws before she can even go through with it but it's a start. It's a start and she figures she should just keep at it and hope that she'll start feeling more comfortable around a large group of people. The Ascendants is a big group, after all, a group that she can't leave - she can't, because she wants to be with her brother and her newly-formed family, and she refuses to lose them a second time.

She pushes herself, tries harder, telling each paw to take one step forward until she's close enough to hear what everybody's saying. With the way they're all talking, she figures it's a joiner - it's good, it sounds good, newcomers are easy to talk to, and the process is easy to go along with. It's a routine. She likes routines. Introduce yourself, welcome them to the clan, offer a tour, go home. That's how it always goes and that's how Versailles likes it.

The blue-and-gold she-cat takes a deep breath, letting air spill into her lungs, before stepping forward and dipping her head in greeting. From the way she moves, one can almost forget the troubles she has with being around crowds as big as this. She takes pride in her ability to hide it, because at least she's good for something. "Versailles. Welcome to the Ascendants. If you'd like a tour or just head straight to Camp, I'll be glad to offer my services." She's confident enough when she speaks, she knows the offers always get turned down anyway - routine, she likes things staying the way they should be.

;; CEILIDH >: U