The troup comes in, Trausio flopping down )More carefully than the word might imply) on the sahaise, surrounded immediately by Kae Craimar and a new gent J has yet to meet. He looks as if yhe's dressed in royal looking clothing, and is a bit worried about the state he's found the group i, even if he does not know them well.
Clarien has managed to climb the cat tree to find an appropriately sized 'branch' to curl up on, and is watching the tableaux below with great intrest while Del, Jay, Saul and Thairon curl up in a kitty cuddle pile. Somemight find it odd to see two tigers, a cougar and a panther curled up together, until they realize that they are all weres.
Dante, (Valentine), Mel and Blackwing bring the food this time, pretty much anything winter-themed, including cookies of all sorts, spiked, and non-spiked cider (Appropriately labelled), and set it out on tables, then settle near the cat tree on pillows the snage from the basket.
A larg golden hawk with a long red tail takes up residence on the perch, folding her wings precisely down her back, surveying the corner with approval and a good deal of interest.
She, (Musica, in a form mortals can recognize) will relax slowly, sliding her head under one wing to doze contentedly in the comfort of the room.
Finally, Jill will come in, unarmed, glancing about the room, and very nearly letting out a chuckle when she sees the large cat-pile in the middle of the floor. She'll snag a blanket, a fuzzy pillow, and curl up along one edge of it, nearest Saul, and keep an eye on the shaise where the most activity seems to be going on.
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Clarien has managed to climb the cat tree to find an appropriately sized 'branch' to curl up on, and is watching the tableaux below with great intrest while Del, Jay, Saul and Thairon curl up in a kitty cuddle pile. Somemight find it odd to see two tigers, a cougar and a panther curled up together, until they realize that they are all weres.
Dante, (Valentine), Mel and Blackwing bring the food this time, pretty much anything winter-themed, including cookies of all sorts, spiked, and non-spiked cider (Appropriately labelled), and set it out on tables, then settle near the cat tree on pillows the snage from the basket.
A larg golden hawk with a long red tail takes up residence on the perch, folding her wings precisely down her back, surveying the corner with approval and a good deal of interest.
She, (Musica, in a form mortals can recognize) will relax slowly, sliding her head under one wing to doze contentedly in the comfort of the room.
Finally, Jill will come in, unarmed, glancing about the room, and very nearly letting out a chuckle when she sees the large cat-pile in the middle of the floor. She'll snag a blanket, a fuzzy pillow, and curl up along one edge of it, nearest Saul, and keep an eye on the shaise where the most activity seems to be going on.