MOUNTAIN GRAVE ♖ joiners

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Hm. Joiners. Suiteheart was not surprised as she had suspected this was the case. The only arrivals they had at the border were joiners. Well, usually. In addition to this, they occasionally had a few trespassers and those damned Tanglefuckers. Luckily for all parties present, both Vincent and Neferpitou were neither tresspassers or of Tanglewood. Suite would hate to have to chase the British boy and insect/feline-cross out and away.

Her eyes shifted to Bastille momentarily, and a look of concern flashed upon her snow-colored features. Out of everyone in the Ascendants, he had taken Starrynight's death the hardest. It didn't come as a shock to her though. No, Bast loved Starry like family. Additionally, she took note of his not mentioning his title. That would not have been a surprise either, for he tended to not do that sort of thing... but this time was obviously different.

She was brought back to reality by the soft touch of her wife. She had felt Margaery's sadness for a good, long while via their bond. The reverse was also true; though Suite wore the welcoming, happy look she offered all joining, her inner emotions were dark with sadness.

"Like Margy said," she began, "Welcome." Her coal-black eyes fell from Pitou to Vincent, wondering what he was called as he had yet to offer his name.