some days are harder than others - o; blizzardclan ambassador

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    Well, she was back. Probably a bit late, but who cared anyway. The girl, now a bit older than the last time she'd been here, and a full apprentice by this point, was feeling a lot more comfortable.


    She had brought some cookies with her this time, since she decided yet again that the usual assortment of gifts in a basket was rather bland. She took a seat at the border, looking around. She wa basically in the same exact spot she'd been in, although it had taken a good deal longer due to injuries. She sighed and returned her attention to the present.


    "Hello! Adalicia, aka Blizzardclan Ambassador, is back for another visit!" she called out blandly, rather bored. She just wanted to get to the diplomatic stuff at this point.


    — MONEY IS THE ANTHEM OF SUCCESS -- SO BEFORE WE GO OUT WHAT'S YOUR ADDRESS —

    ALL DRESSED UP FOR A HIT AND RUN —

    ”Hi! I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Phexides, one of the Goldenbloods.” Phex greeted as she approached, tail flicking. Although her voice seemed cheery, nothing but a half-assed grin showed her supposed ‘cheeriness’. “How’s Blizzardclan doing?”