(One of Lucretia's favourite things to do on quieter days is sit plaza-side and people watch, knees propped up, notebook in her lap. It's a nice day outside and there's plenty to see; she's taking careful note of the little things as she relaxes into her bench. She's doodling away when she spots her in the crowd and abruptly draws a line through her work in her haste to stand.
Lup? Is that Lup?
Lucretia is striding towards her before she realises she's moved at all, notebook and pen clutched in her hands, mind racing. Lup has her back to her, walking slowly away, head turning in different directions. Exploring, perhaps? What is she doing here?)
Lup– (she calls, cupping her hands around her mouth as she walks toward her, smile wide.)
swan dives in here; wildcard!
Lup? Is that Lup?
Lucretia is striding towards her before she realises she's moved at all, notebook and pen clutched in her hands, mind racing. Lup has her back to her, walking slowly away, head turning in different directions. Exploring, perhaps? What is she doing here?)
Lup– (she calls, cupping her hands around her mouth as she walks toward her, smile wide.)