Second wind… Second wind! An exuberant Panili could not wait any longer. Throughout Bloodfest, it seemed there was so much to do and not enough time in the night to do it. Just manning her booth alone used all of her energy – how could anyone possibly take part in every event? She was exhausted simply from the ice fishing competition (for which she won, incredibly), but now she was – of course – back in action. And, back in her wheelhouse. Thank goodness!
Packing up the last of her knick-knacks Shmothma’s saddle bags, Panili gave her a quick pat on the collar. They were off to see someone who had caught Panili’s interest much earlier during the Festival. Someone who, without much conversation or discourse, had piqued the orangeblood’s interest. Hemera Moachm. She’d remembered her name very clearly – with any luck she could catch her before she was gone. Granted an accidental nap and dilly-dalling hadn’t helped Panili’s timing very much… But it was at least worth a shot. Panili considered tracking her down then and there at her home city. But, that would be stalking, wouldn’t it? For an orangeblood to do such a thing was curious at least, but highly suspicious. This was a tealblood, after all. Her stakes in the matters of the hemospectrum were significantly different than someone of her own caste. Even if they shared the same opinions, their perspectives were undeniably different. Regardless, it was worth a try. Support against the Alternian norm was few and far between on this world.
