i gotta have you

While Rivet's thoughts dove toward the dark and gloomy, Jinx's crept tentatively higher at long last; she missed her family, it was true, but she had to remember why she'd come here. Sos was guiding her on a journey that would eventually, she believed, lead her to fulfil her destiny, whatever it may be. She should've been looking to the sky for answers, or seeking her God's response in the quiet of morning, or the hush of dusk, but instead she was here, wallowing in sorrow that was undeserved. Her chin lifted a fraction of an inch; she was a Mambo, damnit, and she wouldn't be defeated by something as childish as homesickness.

Whatever thoughts she had been enjoying were put on hold when from the corner of her eye she spotted a figure; slowly, as though the other woman was some great secret that Jinx was not permitted to behold, she turned her head to gaze heavily at her presumed pack mate, though her heart clinched briefly when she noticed the bright orange-red of her eye. Kaskae? her mind dared question, but when Rivet glanced at her with a lack of familiarity and introduced herself in a voice quite unlike Kaskae's direct and brash tone, Jinx noticed her other eye was bright blue, and a combination of relief and disappointment flashed through her.

“Jinx,” she responded shortly, having taken to not speaking a lot, particularly since her time as Shearwater's Mambo and even moreso since she had become a loner. But, upon falling silent, she realized it probably wasn't prudent to make her packmates uncomfortable with her brevity, and so she forced herself to add in a quiet voice, “I take it you're from around here?”