AND THIS IS NOT THE END ☆ hoh founding

[breena]

[align=center]— breena | halls of hiraeth rouge | druid —

A quiet face lingered in the back of halting crowd.  Dark, curious eyes constantly on the move.  Too keenly aware of how many bodies were close to her.  The myriad of voices hushed around her as the strange hybrid they followed began to speak, his words reaching out across the crowd.

A welcome.  Breena felt as though she stood on the cusp of something.  A new dawn.  The first chapter.  The first page.  The beginning.  Was it dread or excitement thrumming through her veins?  Or some sort of mix in between?  Would she belong here?  Truly?  Was it a matter of simply trying to?

Long claws dug restlessly in the dirt, eyes flashing upwards.  Her little round ears remained attentive, even as her gaze seemed to float over the overgrown buildings rather than focus on Redvox.  As they studied the power of nature, the druid hummed under her breath.  An old, soothing tune she'd forgotten the words of.

Perhaps her mind had began to wander... Stuttering to a stop upon the realization she may have missed something Redvox said.  Templars... Rouges... Promotions...?  Right.  Yes.  Yes, of course.  Some of that made sense... Though Breena lacked the understanding of common group hierarchy.

As the Harbringer finished his welcome, Breena scooted backwards towards the edges of the crowd, which was likely to disperse soon.  She didn't want to be caught in all the flux of different faces moving in different directions, off to follow Redvox's first directions.  Settle in.

The youthful badger simply remained where she sat, still staring up at the old town hall, tracing the vines that crept along the building with her eyes.

— I WILL TRY TO BE THE BRIGHTEST —