Ingrid arrived looking red in the face and breathing like an ursur in labor. "Oh my Gods, that was brutal. My feet feel like they were chewed on by a horse. Why are we here?"
Also, who's we?
Apparently Zariah, Loren, and a redhead with a unicorn. "What's up, Loren? Fall into any more holes lately?" Ingrid asked, shooting him a grin. She turned to Zariah. "And it's a pleasure as always, Lightning Bitch. I heard your magic school kicks almost as much ass as you do." Finally, she trudged over to Morgan. "I haven't met you before, so I guess I'm not on your shit list yet. My name's Ingrid."
She raised her hands to cover her eyes as a gust of wind blew snow into her face. When it died down, Ingrid leaned forward and made a sound like a dying elephant. "Sorry. Snow up my nose. Also, to whichever one of you sent that raven, you should know I fed it like three fish because it kept fucking trying to eat my finger."
