Post by Aminta Eliades on Dec 18, 2018 20:41:19 GMT
She flew often enough that she had first world problems when it came to the beast that was air travel. She was all but inured to the raving of her beast in her head. It was a constant. She would have been more worried if her beats had been calm as she headed through the redundantly unsecure security checkpoints. Luckily for all of its worldliness New Orleans was a bit lax in the whole security show department. TSA did not rule the day. The Sherriff’s department nominally did. Weird but true.
Needless to say she touched down with clear goals. There were roughly forty people she was purchasing for this year; and while most of her shopping was in fact done there was a special gift she wanted to get for Pepper. Here age was a real misleading fact as she carried herself nothing like the young kitty she was. Aminta never forgot it as fact even while others simply ignored that.
As such she was here to secure a present that was the best of both worlds. In and out she promised herself. Half a day at most. Purchase in hand she drove past the former Pride house to have a look see. It being barren and clearly deserted broke her heart some. Ah well, she thought it was the nature of the beast she supposed; Though she’d hoped Sasha would have been able to stave off the Master of the City and forge something worth having.
She despite herself stopped and got out of the car. Her head going immediately askew as while it was clear no one lived on the site or at least not in the house there was the definitive scent of lion. Lots of lions about the air. She refused to turn her back on the house and got back in. ‘Oh Skata’ ‘ she thought there was another Pride in LA. That was fairly bad news. While it really wasn’t her business what took place. It should have been on her radar as she was a Co-Regina of conjoined NOLA prides. This could depending on the jackass in power be viewed as a hostile scouting mission. So depending on whose toes they could have been fairly well stepped on.
Merging with traffic purchasing done she one-handed her phone changing her departure up by several hours. Her eyes on the road and rearview. Yep no surprise trips to the city of angels until she sussed out what was going on. Having travelled light she hadn’t brought anything but her phone and the close on her back. So she wouldn’t be able to do any research or electronic defense easily. But even with the dread of a bad turn waiting in the shadows of the day she knew the trip had been worth it. Pepper would love the Redwood aged pomegranate whiskey. It was borderline illegal only two hundred bottles ever made to be sold in forty years. The bottle alone was a collector’s item. And she now had one in her possession and another being shipped to the house. LAX here she came she smiled seeing the ramp to the airport.
Needless to say she touched down with clear goals. There were roughly forty people she was purchasing for this year; and while most of her shopping was in fact done there was a special gift she wanted to get for Pepper. Here age was a real misleading fact as she carried herself nothing like the young kitty she was. Aminta never forgot it as fact even while others simply ignored that.
As such she was here to secure a present that was the best of both worlds. In and out she promised herself. Half a day at most. Purchase in hand she drove past the former Pride house to have a look see. It being barren and clearly deserted broke her heart some. Ah well, she thought it was the nature of the beast she supposed; Though she’d hoped Sasha would have been able to stave off the Master of the City and forge something worth having.
She despite herself stopped and got out of the car. Her head going immediately askew as while it was clear no one lived on the site or at least not in the house there was the definitive scent of lion. Lots of lions about the air. She refused to turn her back on the house and got back in. ‘Oh Skata’ ‘ she thought there was another Pride in LA. That was fairly bad news. While it really wasn’t her business what took place. It should have been on her radar as she was a Co-Regina of conjoined NOLA prides. This could depending on the jackass in power be viewed as a hostile scouting mission. So depending on whose toes they could have been fairly well stepped on.
Merging with traffic purchasing done she one-handed her phone changing her departure up by several hours. Her eyes on the road and rearview. Yep no surprise trips to the city of angels until she sussed out what was going on. Having travelled light she hadn’t brought anything but her phone and the close on her back. So she wouldn’t be able to do any research or electronic defense easily. But even with the dread of a bad turn waiting in the shadows of the day she knew the trip had been worth it. Pepper would love the Redwood aged pomegranate whiskey. It was borderline illegal only two hundred bottles ever made to be sold in forty years. The bottle alone was a collector’s item. And she now had one in her possession and another being shipped to the house. LAX here she came she smiled seeing the ramp to the airport.
