Damn, that nap on the train has got my neck all stiff…! Twisting her head from one side and to the other as she walked away from the station which had brought her to Stella, Ursula Wilke arrived into the festivities feeling rather well rested, if a little tight in certain places from her journey or at the very least the position she had ended up sleeping in.
Good job there's somewhere here to loosen up~? Yawning away those lingering cobwebs and then stretching out her arms as she rolled the coat she had been wearing into the bag she had slung over her shoulder, with her lips smacked and the tears in the corners of those vivid violet eyes wiped away she looked around herself for points of reference, and seemed to immediately pick out the sight of a tavern nearby why she might just be able to spread her proverbial wings and relax a bit.
May as well check out the 'talent' while I'm in here too, huh~? Reasoning that the business which had brought her here could wait a day in fact and deciding that there was no better way to understand this celebration of the dead than to engage with those who knew better than her, once she was through the door she couldn't help but pause in place and draw in the scents which lingered in the atmosphere as she habitually tested the waters, so to speak, before turning her attention toward something to wet her throat…