Dawnlark Plains An extra hour in the ball pit

The life of a loner could be a troubling one, and even more so during the months of winter. They could use that to their advantage, of course, as was revealed when the woman agreed to follow them. She refrained from smirking at that, though pride was scrawled elegantly across her face. That was one recruit—excluding herself, of course—they only needed three more. Perhaps such a number would be difficult to find and convince, but she did not bother with thinking negatively. For once, she was seeing things from an optimistic point of view, rather than dulling the world with logistics. It was pleasant, but not something she'd take to doing on a regular basis.

Sen stayed silent just long enough for the other woman to share her name, deciding against stating it for her. After all, the question had not been directed her way, and she wasn't about to let herself be titled as the Honourary Giver of Introductions—that just wasn't her. Right after Dura would speak, however her head would turn to offer her companion a glance. "There, you've got your first subordinate," she would state, a certain type of cockiness to her tone. Thereafter she would once again fall silent, leaving the other two to share whatever else they felt necessary.