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"Woah. This is... new."
Leaning against the wall on the edge of the railyard with one regular eye and one purple glittering one, Emily stared into the spirit and takes another drag on her cigarette. The tall buildings and arching lightning make it look a place of foreboding beauty, laid over the sheds and rail tracks. The last time she'd dared to look into the Hisil in this part of town she could practically taste the corruption, and had avoided it ever since. There was no shame in that. What could one Itheur do against a Magath, without a Pack behind them? But this new pack had taken it on, and clearly won.
There was the faint scent of retreating darkness, but the cause was gone. This place was repairing itself, slowly. It had the makings of a real territory. Watching the Spirit overlay the material was always... interesting, especially when there were such differences between the worlds. But it was a great tool for the Crescent Moons, to look across the Gauntlet without forsaking their sight where they were. Slowly the Hisil melted away as the gift ended, leaving the rail-yard in the fading dusk light. This whole place must have meant a lot to a lot of people to have left such an imprint in the spirit.
It strikes Emily that Tristan never described the pack very much. Or their Auspices. Not that it meant too much, of course, but hey, stereotypes exist for a reason. Tristan - the ambigiuous, closed-up Half-Moon - seemed like the type that would omit that stuff deliberately. Make her understand the pack on their terms. It made sense.
The dull dying butt of her second cigarette arched towards the drain. She was stalling. She knew it. Wandering into another pack's territory was rude at best, an outright threat at worst. But Sacramento wasn't any ordinary territory. Not any more. Hopefully Tristan had told the rest about her, and this wasn't just some huge mistake.
"Well... here goes nothing, I guess...." Emily sighs heavily and begins walking into the railyard. She's not hiding - If the pack are here, it's better if they see her coming. But she's still keeping an eye out, in case they try to sneak up on her.
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"I sure hope they're here, or I'm gonna feel pretty foolish..." she mutters to herself.