Firefly Glen [PHE] purgatory

the spider and her acolytes had kept their web spun to the outskirts of the festivities. she'd not tested the receptiveness of the locals, though awoke today desiring the sweetness of foreign tongues. 

there was of no hesitance in the pace of her steps as she knit herself between the bustling encampments. bodies danced in the distance, laughter drowning the air in thick layers of merriment. 

a wave of her paw and her trio of followers were dismissed to savor the sprawling district until nightfall. shamura herself kept to the heart of the territory, eager to acquaint herself with those who may pass by.