( Collette needs to be mobile after the last few days. The bereft feeling she'd had with her morphing suppressed made her realize her own privledge and dependency. She doesn't entirely mind.
In winding her way down aisle and between seats, she takes stock of friends and familiar faces. Another one accounted for, then another. Not everyone came out here, and she's glad of that, while worried -- who did? who didn't? -- but those worries will be addressed later.
Vanadi is a long familiar scent that pulls her toward him. Collette wags her tail, sliding up to Vanadi and unceremoniously shoving her great golden head in his lap. )
< You smell like hell. > ( She points out, licking at something that smells more like flesh than metal and fried, burnt circuitry. )
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In winding her way down aisle and between seats, she takes stock of friends and familiar faces. Another one accounted for, then another. Not everyone came out here, and she's glad of that, while worried -- who did? who didn't? -- but those worries will be addressed later.
Vanadi is a long familiar scent that pulls her toward him. Collette wags her tail, sliding up to Vanadi and unceremoniously shoving her great golden head in his lap. )
< You smell like hell. > ( She points out, licking at something that smells more like flesh than metal and fried, burnt circuitry. )