There is a noisy fight over the winged perch for a moment before Phoenix-formed Trausio perches on it, and Kae and Craimar )Falcon and owl respectively) perch on the back of the larger couch. All of them seem a little better for the playfight over the landing pad, and flick their wings to settle more comfortably.
A werecougar (Someone new for you to meet) flows in like water carrying a basket of pastries in his mouth that he's made. His mate, Jill walks beside him, her hand on his head, glancing around a bit nervously. Trausio has said to come unarmed, but her fingers still itch for her knives and whip; she is not used to feeling this vulnerable ande naked without her weapons about her.
Sh'lainn bounces in, slithering into the Shaize chair to lounge there while she snacks on a huge wedge of watermellon she's brought with her.
Errol comes in, folowed by Clarien in bobcat form who heads straight for one of the sturdier scratching posts and works it like a boss. Meanwhile the man grabs fixings for a locks and cream cheese sandwitch and flops on the couch looking for cuddles.
The little dragon who seems to be follwing after clarien of late lays along the back of the couch as well, settling between Kaelaren and Craimar with a familiar comfort that says xe knows them quite well by now and has no fear of them even though, in her currewnt form, they could probably eat xoir for breakfast and not be amiss for it.
There are various verbal and telepathic greetings from the lot of them as they settle in for comforts and fuds.
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Date: 2020-09-06 08:57 pm (UTC)A werecougar (Someone new for you to meet) flows in like water carrying a basket of pastries in his mouth that he's made. His mate, Jill walks beside him, her hand on his head, glancing around a bit nervously. Trausio has said to come unarmed, but her fingers still itch for her knives and whip; she is not used to feeling this vulnerable ande naked without her weapons about her.
Sh'lainn bounces in, slithering into the Shaize chair to lounge there while she snacks on a huge wedge of watermellon she's brought with her.
Errol comes in, folowed by Clarien in bobcat form who heads straight for one of the sturdier scratching posts and works it like a boss. Meanwhile the man grabs fixings for a locks and cream cheese sandwitch and flops on the couch looking for cuddles.
The little dragon who seems to be follwing after clarien of late lays along the back of the couch as well, settling between Kaelaren and Craimar with a familiar comfort that says xe knows them quite well by now and has no fear of them even though, in her currewnt form, they could probably eat xoir for breakfast and not be amiss for it.
There are various verbal and telepathic greetings from the lot of them as they settle in for comforts and fuds.