*purr purr* ~Nice fingers! More petting?~ Kitty J makes a noise intended to convey a "please", even though she doesn't come right out and say it.
Sh'lainn pets and scritches, settling more comfortably on the shaise, making sure her kitty friend is comfortable, too. She's to awake to sleep, but she does become languidly relaxed sprawled out on the chair, eyes half-lided as she pets her kitty friend happily.
"That they can be. I love mine, but they seem to have a habit of eating my spoons. I'm very glad of your comfort.* J smiles again and snuggles in more.
Errol chuckles softly, "spoon-eating seems to e a talent in many families, I truly believe this. I am glad to give it."
J gigles at the feel of Clarien's tongue, and basks in his purring noises.
Clarien headbutts J's hand gently asking for more scritches and pets. He wriggles more fully into her lap, his heat hopefully a comfort to match Errol's.
Fuzzy J is happy to see Thairon come in and settle down. Indeed, she is glad to see so many from this clan (I'm not sure if that's the right word, I'm sorry if I got it wrong) feel safe here.
Over by Sh'lainn, a very odd scene is taking place. Both Fuzzy J and Kitty J are comfortable where they are and don't want to move but they still want to lay down near Thairon, and cuddle if he wants. To that end, Fire has appeared, but her horse instincts are shouting "predator!" at her, while Kitty J tries to convince her it is safe. Finally, on shaky legs and whickering nervously all the while, Fire drags a pillow over and folds down about a body's length away from Thairon. She lays there breathing hard, with all her other forms sending reassurance, and tries to ignore her instincts telling her to run, especially since *this* panther doesn't *feel* like a threat, even though he looks like one.
~Shall I shift for you, equine one?~ Thairon's mental voice is a bit shaky; he is not used to this way of speech and is not good at it. His species does not do this well, though Trausio has been trying to teach him this. It gives him a bit of a head hurt, but it seems to reach beyond him somehow. He purrs softly, using it to calm her distress as he has often done for Jill when Saul has been away.
Jill's head lifts a bit, hearing the familiar purr, smiling over at Thairon. She lays her head back down, snuggling into Saul a bit more, happy to see her other were-freiend here; the backup most of ten accompanying her when Saul had other business to attend to elsewhere. She relaces more thorroughly, feeling surrounded by her people.
~Clan, collective, it is the same.~ Kae smiles slowly, a mental 'warmth to his voice, ~We prefer both to the word 'system, honestly. Thank you for theconsideration, Lovely friend.~
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Date: 2020-09-08 02:44 am (UTC)Sh'lainn pets and scritches, settling more comfortably on the shaise, making sure her kitty friend is comfortable, too. She's to awake to sleep, but she does become languidly relaxed sprawled out on the chair, eyes half-lided as she pets her kitty friend happily.
"That they can be. I love mine, but they seem to have a habit of eating my spoons. I'm very glad of your comfort.* J smiles again and snuggles in more.
Errol chuckles softly, "spoon-eating seems to e a talent in many families, I truly believe this. I am glad to give it."
J gigles at the feel of Clarien's tongue, and basks in his purring noises.
Clarien headbutts J's hand gently asking for more scritches and pets. He wriggles more fully into her lap, his heat hopefully a comfort to match Errol's.
Fuzzy J is happy to see Thairon come in and settle down. Indeed, she is glad to see so many from this clan (I'm not sure if that's the right word, I'm sorry if I got it wrong) feel safe here.
Over by Sh'lainn, a very odd scene is taking place. Both Fuzzy J and Kitty J are comfortable where they are and don't want to move but they still want to lay down near Thairon, and cuddle if he wants. To that end, Fire has appeared, but her horse instincts are shouting "predator!" at her, while Kitty J tries to convince her it is safe. Finally, on shaky legs and whickering nervously all the while, Fire drags a pillow over and folds down about a body's length away from Thairon. She lays there breathing hard, with all her other forms sending reassurance, and tries to ignore her instincts telling her to run, especially since *this* panther doesn't *feel* like a threat, even though he looks like one.
~Shall I shift for you, equine one?~ Thairon's mental voice is a bit shaky; he is not used to this way of speech and is not good at it. His species does not do this well, though Trausio has been trying to teach him this. It gives him a bit of a head hurt, but it seems to reach beyond him somehow. He purrs softly, using it to calm her distress as he has often done for Jill when Saul has been away.
Jill's head lifts a bit, hearing the familiar purr, smiling over at Thairon. She lays her head back down, snuggling into Saul a bit more, happy to see her other were-freiend here; the backup most of ten accompanying her when Saul had other business to attend to elsewhere. She relaces more thorroughly, feeling surrounded by her people.
~Clan, collective, it is the same.~ Kae smiles slowly, a mental 'warmth to his voice, ~We prefer both to the word 'system, honestly. Thank you for theconsideration, Lovely friend.~