wings like noah's dove — open, sunhaven

[ceilidh]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 520px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; font-family: arial; text-transform: lowercase;"]Bridgette had been following Jericho, keeping a good eye on where the Helion was going. It probably wasn’t her best idea to follow a blind person to unknown lands, but she thought of it like a trust exercise. He was her leader now, and there needed to be some establishment of faith in the guy. So far, so good, ad it seemed like he’d gotten them there to the Ascendants. The blonde tabby was tracing a few paces behind ... she’d been distracted by the landscape of the place. It was much different than Sunhaven’s land, but it carried the scent of the sea, a scent that was beginning to smell like home to her.

"We're—uh, we’re from Sunhaven." Bridgette said, quickly trotting over to the three Ascendants that’d gathered by Jericho, feeling a little late to the party. "I’m Bridgette, that’s my leader Jericho, he’s gonna tell you guys some fun stuff." And now she was taking the role of Jericho’s hype man. The feline grinned, a playful look in her blue eyes. Though in all seriousness, she felt that the ginger male needed some encouragement sometimes, and she might as well offer it if she had some to spare.