01-15-2021, 11:44 PM
Magnolia Mirrian was not a politics gal. She avoided talking about group politics, even when her old group talked about who they would rush from. But she loved journeys and exploration. So when she was given the chance to look at other groups, she accepted without hesitation.
Stopping behind Roxanne at the border, she wondered aloud, "Wonder if the people of this place are all that Xhocoatl cracks them up to be." her words were hushed but unwhispered. She stared past the border, adjusting her hat slightly. The head didn't faze her - Stryker's own ugly mug sat upon the gates. She looked to her side, where a flask of what should be water was affixed to her. Whether it was water or not was up to her, and she decided to keep it as water - what good was she if she was a little tipsy or drunk during these trips.
"Speech"
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗