fly the river to the one i love — meet and greet

[ceilidh]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 520px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; font-family: arial; text-transform: lowercase;"]Bridgette was in heaven. The blonde feline took one look at the seaside town and was in love. She could remember the grin, the feeling she just couldn't hide, and then she looked behind her, twirling around to be met with the expansive mountain range. All of it, the endless land to run through, the fruit to pick from the trees, the buildings to explore. It was meant for her ... Sunhaven suited her much better than that stuffy, metallic city. Here she could build from the ground up, her own place to nestle into, pour labor and love into, and to grow old with. It was her own little sanctuary.

So when she arrived for the meet and greet, a little bit fashionably late, there was not a sense of doubt or uncertainty in her, unlike Dean, who she passed by with a smirk. She should've taken her seat and introduced herself, but she was so lost in this mind space of wonder, eyes seized by the splashes of color on each floating building, surrounding her in this blanket of vibrancy, padding around the clearing aimlessly. But the life within her was stirred once more from the gawking, and she whipped around quickly, sauntering over to take a seat, her shoulders bobbing happily as she did so. When everything was quiet, her brow tipped upward, and she began to speak. "I'm Bridgette, I prefer Birdie or Bridgie though, if ya' don't mind ..." She introduced herself with a warm voice, deep but soft and playful. "I'm in the Art Guild. Medical Guild too, but I'm looking to open up a bar or cafe of sorts ... so keep your eyes peeled!" The cream tabby lapsed into silence, not without giving a small laugh, though.

Her thoughts trained on the others though, trying to pin them down from what she'd seen and heard so far. Jericho seemed hesitant, and out of all of them, she didn't exactly expect it from the leader, the Helion. Still though, she was fond of the soft spoken cat, preferring him to be as he was than to be some pompous jerk. Her blue eyes glanced to Quantum, who Birdie thought to be quite powerful. She couldn't exactly relate to the interest in hunting, however, she was impressed by just the physical look of the other female. Bridgette paled in comparison, probably seeming like some small pretty-think next to such a built animal such as herself. Dean too, had this rigid quality, a sense of ... antisocial radiated from him, at least in her eyes. Man, they all needed to loosen up a little ... just because there was work to be done didn't mean they had to act all uptight! And that was coming from her, too, who only knew work and no play for her first year of life. She would stick to staying quiet though, just smiling, rocking on her heels, and waiting for someone else to come introduce themselves.