BACK LIKE A VERTEBRAE / open, dual joining

[breena]

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

Naturally, a little badger came along just in time.  However, the clash of her shy and curious personality wrestled immediately upon failing to recognize the resting face.  Given how newcomers were still arriving and names were still being learnt, Breena did not know whether the napping male was a clanmate or not.

Of course, he smelled strange.  A salt taste in the air.  Breena came across the Halls in her own wandering, without any prospect of other groups.  No familiarity in the salt of the ocean marking a Typhoon crewmate.  Still.  Maybe... She should ask?  Even if her instincts protested to keep walking.  Best not to bother someone resting -- it was rude.

Damn it, Bree.  Quietly, the young Druid cleared her throat.  "Hey... Um..." Who're you? Where you from?  Are you a clanmate of mine by any chance?  I don't think I've ever gotten your name then...  "Hi." Her long front claws dug into the dirt idly.  A breath. "Are you a new member of the Halls? Or... Just passing through? I'm... Breena."

— I WILL TRY TO BE THE BRIGHTEST —