IT DOESN'T FEEL THE SAME / joining

[ANIMA B.]

[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-size:10pt;font-family:verdana"]"Odd creatures? Well, I'll be sure to take a look then." Her mouth curls into a grin at the thought. She does love finding odd things and also killing them too should they take a fancy at locking their jaws around her neck. Still, she shakes her head at the offer of being guided towards camp, she can indeed smell it and she can indeed make her own way there. Besides, walking there means making that godamn awkward small talk. No matter how old she gets, Anima will never be good at small talk.

Malphas reminds her of Andras so much that she actually laughs at how little he seems to care about his duties. Despite all the man has done to her, she still holds him in high regards, in memories where they shared drinks and laughed until the sun came. "Sure, I'll come see you if I get bored and annoy the hell out of you, sound good? Eh, if I get injured it won't be an issue for you to sort out anyways." After all, she doesn't heal anymore. Her body is marked by things that she doesn't know the mechanisms of but it's probably beyond mundane medical means to assist her. It isn't something to worry about really... Not at all.

"A pleasure to meet you Mimi, truly is." She replies. Albino tigers seem to more frequent than they should be, but the appearance isn't an unpleasant one so she doesn't mind. The scarification does earn a small surprised expression - it has been a very long time since she's seen someone practice it. It reminds of a neighbouring tribe to Haerii, perhaps that's where she came from? Or rather, at one point someone related to her did. "Ah, he's not bad..." She responds to the comment about men because well, she finds Malphas' mocking tone quite funny. He did nail the overexaggerated formality down to a tee.

Oh. She recognises that last person. It takes her a while to click, her jaw slightly slack as her eyes light up first. Talia Pendragon, her former leader and her... Ah, would she still consider her a friend? Anima sure hopes so. A smile so genuine it's almost infectious forms on her face, wings fluttering gently to betray her joy. The hounds certainly are a sight, but Anima doesn't let that deter her. "I think we both already are."

At the mention of her previous mental state, she chuckles nervously. It's still... Not really fixed. It's something that Anima doesn't want to address really, so hopefully her response to the final important question will sweep those questions underneath the rug. "Unfortunately, yeah. Haerii Blair Alae Anima, if you want to be specific. Still somewhat alive. Fuck me Talia - how did you end up here of all places? Nevermind, nevermind, fuck, it's good to see you again."