((Made a last change to my character sheet, and also uploaded an ultra-basic backstory. Nowhere near as in-depth as I normally go, but...well, there it is anyway. x3 Brief overview. Might add more and more to it in the form of 'side moments' as the game progresses.))<br/><br/>Arcealandria was not exactly the largest of the of the Cal'Drua tribe. Quite to the contrary, standing at only 5'8", she was by far the smallest of the group assembled in the spacious yet rather sparsely furnished cargo car, and among the smallest of the Cal'Drua tribe that was old enough to be considered adult. That, however, seemed to do little to detract from the general air of almost 'reverence' the members of the Cal'Drua tribe - most of them seasoned, large, and most of all, STRONG -  seemed to regard the young woman with...<br/><br/>...An air that she simply did not abide in the slightest.<br/><br/>"I swear, if you call me by my title rather than my name ONE MORE TIME, I'm going to sock ya right square in the chompa', ya get me, Krello? Now, pass me the damned drink a'fore it's all gone!" Arcea's snatch of the thick, mud-fired jug from the big tiger's hand elicited a small round of chuckles from the assorted Cal'Drua, though it was something Arcea largely ignored, instead choosing to partake of an especially long draw from the jug. The liquid within was somewhat foul-tasting, though it did have a rather pleasant aroma, something that hid it's true potency from the uninitiated - and unwary. Petalwater, as it was so appropriately called, had a penchant for knocking visitors on their ends....and sometimes, even the Cal'Drua themselves, after an especially potent batch of the fermented flower found it's way into the tribe.<br/><br/>Arcea, though, was not particularly concerned about the effects, merely the enjoyment of drinking amongst her own kind once again, however stuffy and uptight they might be about her 'rank'. Her time with the Du'Bucovina had taught her more than a few things, and chiefmost amongst them was how absymally BORING drinking in a so called 'civilized setting' was. There was a certain mindset one had to maintain, and that generally meant small, calculated sips of wine that was far too weak or too heavily flavored for any REAL enjoyment, no boasting or bragging or carousing, and...well, just far too much boredom for her tastes. Given she'd...'accidentally' made one of her host's sons, who'd overheard a little TOO much, disappear a mere day before she'd left....<br/><br/>...Well, it became quite conclusive pretty quickly she was simply not entirely cut out for the 'civilized' way of life. At least, not how it had been protrayed amongst the Du'Bucovina. Worst, Alexis - ugh, that snooty, thickheaded BRAT - had been sent on the same train as she had. It was Alexis' fault she'd had to eat her brother, anyway. If she wasn't such a stuck up--<br/><br/>--Feh. It hardly mattered. It was only a matter of time before the disappearance was realized to be something more than a simple 'trip into the countryside', and then...?<br/><br/>...Well, what then? It's not like she'd left very much evidence behind. Nothing, at least, that looked like a wolf...<br/><br/>Oh well. It was something to deal with when and if it decided to bite her furry behind. Until then, there was the promise of new adventure in the town, and best of all...her first time out and about, completely on her own. Well, on her own, save for the contingent  of warriors and crafters that were there to establish their new household as official 'nobles', with all that entailed. A household she'd head...at least for the time being. Why one of her older and more experienced sisters or brothers had not been chosen for the honor was far beyond her, but...well, it meant her future was likely to lack excitement, at the very least. Plus, it let her experience new things, new peoples, new sights, new sounds, new foods, new smells...<br/><br/>Ooohh, it was so EXCITING!<br/><br/>Taking another long draw of the Petalwater, Arcea finally passed the jug along to a nimble, sleek looking cheetah-woman by the name of Prata, whom accepted it graciously...and immediately took a draw. The exuberance drew a small laugh from Arcea's throat - THIS is what she wanted to see more of! Now, if only she could get---<br/><br/><br/>*Krrrrrrsssshhhhhhhhh....!*<br/><br/>The sudden shifting of weight within the cargo hold, and the subsequent sounding of the breaks caused Arcea's ears to perk. They'd stopped? That meant they must be there then! Without so much as a single beckon, the Cal'Drua stood almost in unison, and it was mere seconds before they were piling out of the confines of the cargo car, more than happy to stretch their legs in the cool, frosty air just beyond the official boarders of their homelands. Even Arcea was not immune to the sudden rush of excitement and energy, though rather than filing out of the car, Arcea - after rechecking her weapon and armor - bounded into the accompanying car, sifting through the handful making their way off the train, and again into the NEXT car...where she knew Celrie to be.<br/><br/>The elf was a bit of an enigma to her still, despite the length of time they'd spent together. Still, Arcea liked her - not only was she a skilled dancer, but she was also kind, and was not completely averse to her...rather 'physical' moments, as frequently as they came. It was quite pleasant.<br/><br/>Even if she WAS staying with...Alexis.<br/><br/>The thought of...THAT invidivual stopped Arcea seconds before she rapped upon the door to what she knew was the Duchess, Alexis', and Celrie's cabin on the train. Eeegh.....Celrie would be out soon...<br/><br/>...Or would she....?<br/><br/>"...Celrie...? Choochoo's stopped, wat-say we go an' see the sights, eh? Make sure it's not too muddy! Would hate for overly delicate feet to get dirty an' all, right?" Arcea's voice rang, loud and clear, into the cabin, though the door remained shut. It was...a rather appropriate jab at Alexis, one of many she'd taken, but...as always, still 'polite' enough to not draw outright ire from the overly pampered wolf. Still, those jabs were fun to make "My legs are cramped, could use the stretch! Whatcha say?"