When no one was looking, Anastasia snuck off elsewhere.

She wandered without fear, the raw confidence only someone a little older than a toddler really could be. The hybrid knew, vaguely, where she was going-- she'd been to Orion to visit before, anyway, and it was difficult not to forget somewhere like Orion when you've been living in Eridanus.

Anne also liked to think she was very observant. She recognized the tower and the ruins as she passed by them, enough so that she knew when to turn and which home to stop at (which wasn't difficult, considering it was covered in lights).

The hybrid was creeping when she got close to the building; hovering by the corner of an open window. "Shy," she hissed, then a little louder-- "Shiloh."

And then she was knocking on the stone to try and get her friend's attention. "C'mon, Shy, we gotta do stuff."

You know, how you talk to your friends.