WHO: Riful and OPEN
WHAT: Having already given the (tentacle) finger to her new digs, this little waif walks around town, trying to find a new lair! In New Mexico, without shoes. Yeah.
WHERE: Like... everywhere. She's probably eventually going to just pop off into the desert and try to find something there so really, anything is cool!
WHEN: 9/23
WARNINGS: CREEPIN'
[Wherever you are, there is also this little girl, walkin' a walk in the direction of what seems like nothing in particular! She has a dreamy sort of look on her face as she puts one foot in front of another, seemingly aimless. Also, no shoes. That part's kind of important.
Secretly, though, Riful is actually rather irritated behind the slight smile and lackadaisical gait; she's not very impressed with the accommodations she's been seeing so far, and this place is proving to be more useless than she had expected. She was really looking forward to this, too, she'd removed that way of tracking her they'd devised, but this is proving to be a real disappointment. Don't they even have some sort of abandoned building or castle that's suitable for her to take up in? She'll have to go farther out and away from them all if this keeps up, live in the wilderness, and travel into town occasionally to feed. The desert was never her favorite kind of place to inhabit, but it's certainly better than nothing.]