04-27-2013, 06:12 PM
[sorry! i was waiting to hear from people about stuff, but the timing's all off. i'll just vague it up!]
Someone told Sam about the impending celebration the day she made her introductions at Cold Crescent. It was mentioned from politeness, surely. Who would expect a Glass Walker to be this far from the cold concrete and press of humanity of the city?
Never the less, the diminutive young kinswoman is at the farm, her blue and white Mini Cooper parked between the dusty trucks, a dish containing her mother's pecan pie lost among the other foods and treats and delicacies (good, but not great, Shelly Evans has a knack for baking that her daughter simply doesn't share). Where everyone else knows each other, is blood tied in some cases, Sam is an outsider, a stranger. That doesn't stop her from striking up easy conversation whenever it finds her.
And it finds her fairly quickly. A pretty, friendly, young new face with a charming smile, Sam soon enough has a small collection of young admirers. She makes conversation for a few minutes before politely excusing herself to find something to drink. When she sees the group gathering around the keg she detours, altering her trajectory to the tables laden with food. There she grabs herself a paper plate and hesitates, deliberating over the variety.
Someone told Sam about the impending celebration the day she made her introductions at Cold Crescent. It was mentioned from politeness, surely. Who would expect a Glass Walker to be this far from the cold concrete and press of humanity of the city?
Never the less, the diminutive young kinswoman is at the farm, her blue and white Mini Cooper parked between the dusty trucks, a dish containing her mother's pecan pie lost among the other foods and treats and delicacies (good, but not great, Shelly Evans has a knack for baking that her daughter simply doesn't share). Where everyone else knows each other, is blood tied in some cases, Sam is an outsider, a stranger. That doesn't stop her from striking up easy conversation whenever it finds her.
And it finds her fairly quickly. A pretty, friendly, young new face with a charming smile, Sam soon enough has a small collection of young admirers. She makes conversation for a few minutes before politely excusing herself to find something to drink. When she sees the group gathering around the keg she detours, altering her trajectory to the tables laden with food. There she grabs herself a paper plate and hesitates, deliberating over the variety.