ONCE UPON A DECEMBER | joining

[ceilidh]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 520px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; font-family: arial; text-transform: lowercase;"]She couldn’t resist the temptation of exploring. All of this land to navigate through, expanses of mountains and meadows nestled into the peaks. Bridgette knew she had things to do, materials to prepare to open her shop, but she wrote off her adventuring as ... supply and stock gathering. Yes, she was collecting an inventory for her shop but also frolicking through the territory. It wasn’t her being lazy, she was multitasking. Her life had always been work, work, work, and now she had nothing to do. Bridgette was enjoying her first moments of play, of freedom. She’d never felt like this, ever, and was learning to let go as an adult.

So she happened upon Wardance with a wide grin, almost passing by the stranger with a nod of her head. But she didn’t recognize the feline, and paused mid-step, looking back over at her. "Hey, I’ve never seen you here before ..." Birdie hummed, shoulders bobbing as she padded over to the black cat. "You're in Sunhaven, I’m Bridgette, what can I do for you?" The blonde tabby questioned, giving a warm smile to Wardance. Her ... ribbons were intriguing, something that seemed to fit right in with the creative bunch that dwelled in Sunhaven.