Sypha & Open to Multiples
Arriving in a new place to find a strange object with a person inside of it was one thing. Being attacked by wild turkeys was another. Then to have her entire situation explained to her by a child had made for quite an interesting day. Even more so, she met another magic user who, thankfully, helped her clean up the mess she'd made.
When she was invited to the feast, she wasn't even sure what to make of it, but different places had different cultures. If this was a celebration of things to be thankful for, she wasn't sure she had a very long list. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep dejected, and curled up around Trevor's arm while he was driving the cart down the road. While the party was not going to suit her mood, she did not want to be rude to the girl who had helped her.
Sypha had taken full advantage of the new wardrobe afforded to her. The clothing were strange and much more form fitting than she was used to and accentuated that she was most definitely not a boy. She was tempted to put the robes back on, but she wanted to step out of herself for a moment. After the epic failure she'd just endured, trying out this new culture couldn't hurt, could it?
She arrived at the dining hall, the smell of all the foods assaulted her senses and she realized how hungry she was. There were many people she did not recognize, but it didn't stop her from going in and looking for those that she would.