[Lux knew that mishmash of colors anywhere. It was Imogen. Normally she would not be opposed to seeing the other girl--they were part of the same groups, although Lux did find her a bit odd to say the least--but she was trying to keep as low of a profile as possible.
Pulling her hood up over her head, she hoped that she wouldn't recognize her. Camille, however, didn't seem to care, slinking about as if she was owed attention. She knew the general gist of why they were there, but certainly didn't approve. She would engage in conversation if it befitted her, not the other way around.]
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Pulling her hood up over her head, she hoped that she wouldn't recognize her. Camille, however, didn't seem to care, slinking about as if she was owed attention. She knew the general gist of why they were there, but certainly didn't approve. She would engage in conversation if it befitted her, not the other way around.]