Shaye
Shaye arrives at the hall dressed in typical Halovian fur garments, her red hair undone in waves, and her expression neutral as she walks up to the front doors. If she is uncertain, she doesn't show it except for the way she crosses her arms over her chest.
Normally, it was someone else in her direct family that at least showed their faces at these things. But her father had passed, her remaining brother had become a recluse, and her mother was too worn down (not that she'd ever admit it). It was up to Shaye to represent her family and her people now, now being more important than ever.
So she straightens up as she enters the seating area, taking a look around and noting who is here and, perhaps, who isn't. "A lot of hunters are out setting trails, now that the weather is a bit more forgiving," she remarks to nobody in particular as she takes a seat.
Normally, it was someone else in her direct family that at least showed their faces at these things. But her father had passed, her remaining brother had become a recluse, and her mother was too worn down (not that she'd ever admit it). It was up to Shaye to represent her family and her people now, now being more important than ever.
So she straightens up as she enters the seating area, taking a look around and noting who is here and, perhaps, who isn't. "A lot of hunters are out setting trails, now that the weather is a bit more forgiving," she remarks to nobody in particular as she takes a seat.
Lost in a labyrinth and left with no way out
I built this hall of mirrors all myself
I built this hall of mirrors all myself
