Morgan watches J start to build, then moves a couple of the cussions to make more of a hexagonal shape, ading more poles where needed. She slowly begins to smile, letting go a little more as she works. It is then, J might notice, had shee been paying attention, that this is Clarien's twin sib, in every sencde of the word, including shape-shifted form.
Nadine squeezees the poodle a few more times, each tim becoming less and less tence, until she lays on her back, her arms curled around both the poodle and the bear now, her eyes closing in an expression of actual contented relaxation.
Trausio trots back in, tossing a grin at J followed by the usuals-Kae Craimar, Errol, Sh'lainn-and a new shy girl with horns that look similar to nadines-except for they look more like the ones you'd see on Puck or Pan, and they com out just above her ears. Her feet are those of a horse, and her hair is long, kinky and brilliantly autumhnal in collor; the golden-rod and oringish-falling leaf colors the most prevalent at the moment.
"Hi, J. Meet Shyra. She asked to come and see what your less crowded space was like befor ma,king the leap to the cuddle party. Any foods here yet?"
T glances to morgan, then blinks. That's why Clarien couldn't come-she had no idea what was with that part of their history, but so far as she knew, even within the inns walls, they could not occupy the same space at the same time-or not yet, anyway.
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Date: 2020-07-22 08:46 pm (UTC)Nadine squeezees the poodle a few more times, each tim becoming less and less tence, until she lays on her back, her arms curled around both the poodle and the bear now, her eyes closing in an expression of actual contented relaxation.
Trausio trots back in, tossing a grin at J followed by the usuals-Kae Craimar, Errol, Sh'lainn-and a new shy girl with horns that look similar to nadines-except for they look more like the ones you'd see on Puck or Pan, and they com out just above her ears. Her feet are those of a horse, and her hair is long, kinky and brilliantly autumhnal in collor; the golden-rod and oringish-falling leaf colors the most prevalent at the moment.
"Hi, J. Meet Shyra. She asked to come and see what your less crowded space was like befor ma,king the leap to the cuddle party. Any foods here yet?"
T glances to morgan, then blinks. That's why Clarien couldn't come-she had no idea what was with that part of their history, but so far as she knew, even within the inns walls, they could not occupy the same space at the same time-or not yet, anyway.