[Illegal, cruel to animals, she wasn't even a registered bullfighter...there's a lot going on here that seems inherently wrong. She isn't even sure where this is; the setting is totally alien to her. She's holding her own though, her attention split between the bull and the crowd, trying to figure a way out without raising the ire of the animal that was currently trying its best to murder her. She only registers someone is calling her when she hears that distinct accent ring through the cheering roar of the crowd. She turns just long enough toward the crowd to see a familiar face — ]
Lillian?
[What was she doing here? Not that it mattered — Alison's never been happier to see her in her life. She starts to move in a careful circle, keeping her eye on the bull all the while, not wanting to dart too suddenly and end up overpowered.]
no subject
Lillian?
[What was she doing here? Not that it mattered — Alison's never been happier to see her in her life. She starts to move in a careful circle, keeping her eye on the bull all the while, not wanting to dart too suddenly and end up overpowered.]