[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; color: black;"]Her red cloak billowed in the afternoon breeze as she approached Vigenere, paw steps silent, almost contemplative. There was little found within her expression except for a muted curiosity, those molten gold eyes of hers not daring to leave his face. Tanglewood? What an interesting name, though she hardly cared to comment on it. No, her attention had been piqued by the promise of an Autumn Festival. Would she be permitted to go? Obviously they were on decent enough terms with the Ascendants if they thought to invite them, but she hardly understood this clan's politics- they were so unlike her own. "Thank you for the invite," Agathe finally offered, not bothering to smile, "Perhaps we'll see you there."
[font=arial][color=#510205][size=16pt]WATCH IT [i]GROW[/i], CHILD OF WAR
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