FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD | o, curious visitor

[rochelle]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border: 0%;width:75%;text-align:justify;"]Fischer was ... not having a good day when she arrived to the scene. With her sight recently taken away, she was trying to map the territory again through movement. Sometimes it was much easier than it sounded, and other times, it was much harder. Today was one of those “other” times. How so? Well, she thought she’d been nearby the Tavern, but suddenly she tripped over railroad tracks and knew she was near the entrance to the territory.

The black smoke stood there, a sense of controlled disappointment and shame at herself that she tried to stuff away when she heard the voice of a stranger. A very pompous stranger, at that. Carefully, she made her way over, noting the scents of two other Typhooners. By voice she could tell it was Argus, and by scent she could tell it was Lucifer. But the stranger, however, she could not pinpoint anything about him, still unsure of the smells or sounds that belonged to particular species. He was, for sure, quite inquisitive, though she kept quiet for now, trying to reevaluate her surroundings.