Frostfire Ridge He's a loser on the dance floor

feel like I might ironically start using super poppy songs for her titles XD

She'd been scarce for weeks, though this was hardly an unusual state for her.  Citali and Noctli, she noted, had settled in rather quickly... already they seemed more at ease with the 'locals' than she herself, and she'd been here months.  A part of her scoffed at it a bit, affectionately.  Doubtless their leader would have shared her own hesitance to dive into the social buffet, but of course she was paired with a healer and a diplomat.  Her confusion with their thoughts was hardly new, but it was intensified when faced with a situation like the one they were in.

Her mood had not improved much in the last few weeks, but neither had it fallen.  She was in a constant state of impassiveness, one that did become wearing but was better than the despair she'd felt a couple days after her initial hope was banished.  It was better not to hope, and yet to plan in vain, than to allow herself be flattened once more.

She pawed idly at the grouse she'd managed to take down, not terribly fond of getting a mouthful of feathers and so attempting to get at least some of them off beforehand.  She was distracted, though, constantly looking up and about.  The day was sunny and ideal, but this was lost on her.  She didn't really expect anyone.  She knew that the prince was out recruiting, and her sisters were running about as well, but she remained.  Likely, she thought sardonically, it was better for their cause that way.  As far as recruiting went, she probably wasn't the best face for the Ridge, and she wished to keep it that way.  She wouldn't allow herself to grow in affection for this place, knowing the betrayal that would be.