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❀ Tightly holding onto the bundle of cloth that covered up the skull that rested in between her arms, Angel would almost fall over as she would continue to slowly walk up the snow-covered path, her black cardigan fluttering in the winds. The traveling cart that treaded through down the trail behind her would seem to move more steadily than its owner- it was difficult for her to walk in the snow while wearing platform boots, and the barrage of snow felt so frigid. However, to the gothic girl's avail, the loud sound of a vehicle of sorts would begin to make its way closer and closer from a distance.. it was as if they were headed in the same direction as the potion-crafter, slowing down upon potentially noticing the large amounts of belongings that would follow her on her adventures up the mountain. Gasping as she would begin to feel the anxieties of socialization, she would allow the traveling cart to stop rolling behind her as she would stop in her tracks, holding onto the front of the cart where one would be able to pull it. Raising her arms up to the side of the wandering potion cart, Angel would slip the concealed item bundled in silk into one of the crevices that lined the side, seemingly whispering something to the item as it would remain secure and hidden from vision. A figure would seem to emerge from the edge of the vehicle accompanied by a rich voice, which would echo through the snowstorm and appear to make the girl slightly shiver.. or maybe it was just the cold. It was freezing! But they would seem to invite the eccentric in appearance girl onto the train, as if they had seen just how hard it was for her to trudge through the snow- they probably did.

"U- um, I mean, i... it's been hard, I don't usually come this far into the mountains, yeah," she would call out to the man that would stand a bit farther away from her on the horizon, his gaze concealed by a pair of rather shiny glasses. Almost succumbing to the harsh winds that would bridge the gap between the two, the girl would waver side to side and almost fall over; she would seem to gasp as she would grab onto the side of the cart once again, attempting to pull it closer to the steampunk train that was now nearby. "I'm so- so cold, and it looks soo warm in there, ah!" If you d- don't mind, I.. think I will accept," she would nervously call out to the man as she would successfully cause the wheels of the traveling cart to pull through the snow and winds that flowed in-between the pair, "umm.. I do... have a lot of stuff I'm bringing with me, it- it's.. all my stuff." Looking up at the stranger with a still look, if he were to notice her face within the thick snowfall she would appear to don extremely dark eyebags upon her immensely pale face, which would only appear darker complimenting her black attire. She would seem to shiver greatly while standing in-place close to the train, standing near the cart that carried all of her belongings- she would begin to think about just how she would be able to pull all of it up herself without the help of the voice, which had stayed silent within the cracks of the traveling home coated in plants and stained glass. It would most likely be best for her to wait for him to help her get it up on the train, as it was his train, after all.


The deep voice that haunted the girl's dark clouds that cloaked her mind would call out to her telepathically, his voice unable to be heard by anyone other than Angel- her face would remain still as she would look at Faustein, pretending as if she did not hear a single word that the voice of the skeleton had said to her. "I'm.. looking for the guildhall of.. Si- Silver Wolf, is- is that on the way to where you're going..?" she would try to ask, attempting to make her voice a bit louder than the train and the snowstorm, "oh, and.. t- thank you, for your generosity, s- sir..! I don't really.. have any cool gadgets or s- stable enough magic to help me get through harsh climates, so.. I appreciate it, tha- thank you." Pulling down the puffy sleeves of her cardigan as she would clasp her hands together to thankfully bow toward the man, she would continue to shake from the cold as she would await his instructions to load her belongings and herself into the steampunk train, her eyes appearing to struggle to maintain a comfortable contact between his gaze and hers- her heart was racing rapidly due to how nervous she was feeling. Not only was she meeting a stranger for the first time, but he was offering to help her during one of her many struggle moments.. it was slightly embarrassing, but the thought of warming up in his train felt so comforting to her soul, making a pale blush appear under the shadowy splotches under her violet optics.

Craving a smoke, the girl would awkwardly look around the edges of the train as she would twiddle her thumbs, her long black hair flowing gracefully through the hailing snow- though she had yet to introduce herself, it would potentially not be difficult to deduce her interests and personality by the face she presented to others, being the shy plant grandma that she was. The plants that grew and remained secured on the sides of her traveling cart looked to be well kept, and within the stained glass windows one would be able to witness a variety of potion and plant-related equipment- if he were to look inside the colored windows Faustein would most likely be able to see that and know that she most likely would not possess many skills other than creating potions and having a super-green thumb. It was her passion, something death could not even take from her- if all went well she would be able to share these gifts with the guild she would be seeking out on this day, even if being social would be hard! Angel needed a change just like that, and hopefully bearing the mark of the wolves would suffice in all the right ways.  

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