STOP, DROP, AND DRAG ME INTO PLACE;; open - joining

[breena]

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

Voices on the wind.  A close wind.  The petite badger knew quickly to investigate.  New borders.  New faces.  Quietly, the rouge approached, a pair of dark hues blinking over the words of DCLXVI and Redvox.  The latter apologizing and seemingly familiar with the new face.

A new face likely meant a new member.  Unless someone was simply unaware of the new borders.  Both feasible options.  Breena lingered as a silent shadow behind the Harbringer.  Curious, but uneager to offer her own words.  She wouldn't exactly be offering any new questions to the table.

She could offer a smile.  Albeit shy and hesitant as it was.  A friendly face.

— I WILL TRY TO BE THE BRIGHTEST —