Returning to the Typhoon had been... a mix of emotions, but the most worthwhile part was undoubtedly getting to show her twinsouls around the place. Honestly, any moment she got to spend with her twinsouls were welcomed-- it might've been considered weird, how much she could miss her "own self," but yet seeing how she'd grown so attached to these alternate-universe forms it made complete sense. At the end of the day they had all been the same person, the same princess in the human world, but different choices had been made in their respective worlds. Those choices shaped them, their experiences in this world had shaped them, too. Being reunited with them made Lil feel whole again, and she welcomed this particular change.

Still, there were other parts of returning to the Typhoon that weren't necessarily bad, but weren't positive either. Lil found her garden had been in near-perfect shape, and she wasn't positive who had taken over for her, but she was thankful for that nonetheless. Still, the possibility of someone having completely usurped her garden left her uneasy. Was it even her garden at this point? She didn't know, and quite frankly she had more important things to worry about. Prior to leaving she had messed up, and she still felt terrible over what she'd done. She'd hurt Jacob on accident and Pincher had not taken kindly to that. Not that she expected him too-- she understood perfectly well why he had been mad. She only found herself wishing she had the insight as to how he stood on her now.

Deep breaths, Lil. All will be okay. Lissa reassured through the bond they shared, and Lil could feel the push of Lissa's tranquility against her own anxieties. Lis was right, too, worrying wouldn't solve anything right now, and plus, she had other things she needed to do.
"Meet and greet slash questionnaire." Lil called, knowing that she didn't need to pad it with any unnecessary small talk. She was new again and wanted to get to know the clanmates she wasn't familiar with, and if people didn't want to interact then they'd just go back to minding their own business. Simple. "I'm Lilyspoise, for the record."

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✯ — female. striker of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

Lilyspoise?  The little Striker remembered her.  She wondered where she'd gone.  Hopefully nothing bad had happened while she was gone.  Maybe she'd left for a good thing though; did something fun.  Or had an adventure!  That sounded nice.  Keona popped up behind her crewmates with a small, shy smile, her pale sea-green eyes gleaming with curiosity.  "Aloha Miss Lily."

Mr. Lucifer had already asked the question on her own mind.  The rusty spotted kitten wracked her brain for a second, teeth catching the inside of her cheek.  "Did you miss us?"

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Vandal's pawsteps are silent against the bamboo floorboards as she does a lap around her new tree-hut, lips pursing when she tries to imagine what furniture she has to build/buy for herself. She decides that going out will, perhaps, help her find her decorative inspiration, and so she slips out the door and flies the rest of the way to where most Typhooners often gather to mingle - maybe she can find someone who can shed light on their own opinions of interior decoration.

Luckily, she comes across a group that seems to be hosting an icebreaker... aka an opportunity for Vandal to ask someone what they think is good decorating. Folding all four wings, the mutated maned wolf sinks to a lower altitude before letting herself drop the rest of the way to land beside Cleo with a soft breath. It seems the icebreaker is being held around a new face she hasn't seen before (huh, she must've spent more time in that hut than she initially thought). Vandal waits for her turn patiently, tail lashing as the other begin with their question before throwing in her own. "Vandal Roux, nice t'meet ya. Wha's your idea of good interior decoration?"