The fresh air felt good. No, not good--great. Freedom took a deep breath of it, smiling. Her months long house arrest was finally over. After all the PlasmaCore business, Pry had gone all responsible sibling on her and grounded her. That was fine by Freedom, as it gave her plenty of uninterrupted time to experiment with extrapolation and atium, but it also didn’t grant many opportunities to venture outdoors. The only way she’d been able to was accompanied and that always felt pretty awkward.
Freedom fidgeted with the sleeve of her shirt. It was Pry’s, only fitting because she was storing away age. Her sister had received an invitation as a by product of still being on the TUBA mailing list. She’d sent in countless requests to be taken off it, but it never seemed to happen. Pry didn’t want to ignore it though, so despite being busy herself, she delegated going to Freedom, saying that as they hadn’t seen her in a while anyways, Freedom could just show up in her place. Freedom wasn't so sure that was how things worked.
Either way, she was avoiding actually talking to anyone as she had no clue what Pry had actually done for TUBA and would end up in awkward territory.
“Huh, I do like these wedding arrangements,” someone near her said. The voice was familiar.
She glanced around quickly, eyes landing on Lusk Uwik. He was watching the couple.
“They do have some charm,” Freedom said. “Though, the last time I was at a wedding, I ended up bringing the groom near to tears.”