❛ 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄. ❜ vulpine woman scrunches her nose in displeasure. it's said barely above a whisper, yet brimming with distaste. a warm breeze filters through her hair, carrying with it a myriad of barnyard aromas in accompaniment with the aforementioned. [ so, was this really going to be her big escape plan from everything she'd left behind? ] ahri huffed, then resolved herself, knuckles whitening as her grip tightened on a single large travel bag. knock, knock, knock. the door's wood is old against her rapping. ahri waits a moment, then another . . . there is no response yet, but her senses detect something. so, she calls out from the other side of @yourburden 's front door, voice slightly tense: ❛ i was told i could find work and board here. ❜
