Farren was on a mission. A very important, top secret, make-my-baby-sister-feel-better mission. She hated that Lotti's form had suddenly been taken away from her and that for some reason she was acting like a bitten were rather than a born. Even more than that? Farren absolutely abhorred the fact that their mother had to be the one to take Lotti down when she flipped. It made her sick with both revulsion and guilt. Maybe if she had been home and not -- what had she even been doing? -- out, then maybe she could have been there instead. And what? Tackle some freakazoid leopard version of Lotti and try to stop her from mauling you to death? So maybe her guilt was a little misplaced. Still, Farren couldn't stand the fact that she had not been there to help.
Hence her current mission.
She knew that Marisa was coming over to see what they could do about switching back, if they could switch back, and so Farren decided to head out and gather all the things that made Lotti happy. Like new hemp, chocolate bars, and that new CD she was wanting. Farren had a whole bag of things for her Freaky Friday'd sister, and she was on her way home to surprise her when she caught the weirdest sight. Half the town, or what she figured was half the town, was running around in the park acting like retarded monkies on crack. Not that Farren knew what that looked like, but if she had to guess... it seemed like Scarlet Oak was hopping on the tasting colors bandwagon of loonydom. Sniffing the air, she caught all sorts of scents. Other weres, a few elementals (thanks to Red, she could identify the different smells), and a few scents that she wasn't familiar with. Which was why when she approached the giggling blonde woman, she didn't place her scent as vampire.
With her sneakers squeaking slightly in the wet grass, Farren raised an eyebrow at the woman. "What's so funny? Is everyone here high as shit or what?" She could smell an attractive sweetness, but she was more intrigued by the woman who kept staring at the sky than she was by the source.