NO LIGHT, NO LIGHT / o, Typhoon envoys

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[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: verdana;"]Lydia was a highly sociable individual. She always had been. The tabby's personality was some odd mixture between an easily excitable high school freshman and a slightly tipsy soccer mom. Though she never seemed to do well with strangers who appeared on The Rosebloods' borders. It was almost like every time she went to check and see who it was, she was reminded with a pang of embarrassment at her own mistakes when joining, though no one really remembered them.

Thus, she appeared outwardly uneasy as she approached the Typhoon envoy, scenting him immediately as one of their only (if not their only) ally. "Hey!" Lydia chirped extra happily, trying to make up for her initial expression "The name's Lydia, nice to meet you! What brings you here today?"