Catoful Toyfriend
Dec 17, 2020 18:35:27 GMT -5
Post by Zebey on Dec 17, 2020 18:35:27 GMT -5
All three cats seemed pleased with their choices, and showed it in very different ways. Zebey was loving the dynamic. It was also important to note that normally this would be a bit of a crowd for the introverted drow, but she had no issues interacting with these felines. As they finally parted ways near the end of the day, after visiting what one would maybe consider a smorgasbord of different food stalls, the Morganite would hand her the flyer. She took it, saying, ”Thank you,” to her as she started to leave. She didn’t say anything else in farewell, watching all three cats leave, and then she turned and pulled up her hood to disappear into the streets.
The flyer was pretty straight forward and the place was easy to find. There were a number of people there, bustling about, talking to themselves. Zebey was there, the hood of her cloak pulled up as she was still wary of strangers here reacting adversely to her presence. The village center was mostly cleared out so thankfully it wasn’t tight quarters or anything. She had a cup of wine in her hand, having already visited that table, and was people watching unapologetically. Déjà vu, anyone?
The flyer had mentioned something else though that the drow didn’t quite catch the meaning of. Someone special? She didn’t really know many people here; she’d only had passing interactions with a handful of them. The slayer had decided to just show up alone, so there she stood, lifting the red liquid occasionally to her lips as silver eyes scanned the faces of those gathered. Her mind wandered as she watched. The first thing that came to mind was that Morganite- her shyness was endearing, and she felt a slight kinship with the cat. Unconsciously, her gaze was seeking her out, but she was nowhere to be seen. After the Morganite, the Twin Brother and Sister Ammolites came to mind. Though she hadn’t seen the brother the day before, she still had enjoyed the both of their’s conversation the first day.
So now all there was left to do was wait for these fireworks to start, and this raffle. Zebey also wasn’t quite sure what the raffle could possibly be for. She wasn’t much for these types of things, and what could this place possibly raffle off? Gazing amongst the tables didn’t reveal what it was either. This flyer was strangely unspecific. Although… clearly it worked, even if it didn’t fully describe things out. There were plenty of people here, after all.
ooc. I’ll Loan Ur Wordz, Smorgasbord, 426 words. I also agree with Kimmy, I'm loving this style! :D
The flyer was pretty straight forward and the place was easy to find. There were a number of people there, bustling about, talking to themselves. Zebey was there, the hood of her cloak pulled up as she was still wary of strangers here reacting adversely to her presence. The village center was mostly cleared out so thankfully it wasn’t tight quarters or anything. She had a cup of wine in her hand, having already visited that table, and was people watching unapologetically. Déjà vu, anyone?
The flyer had mentioned something else though that the drow didn’t quite catch the meaning of. Someone special? She didn’t really know many people here; she’d only had passing interactions with a handful of them. The slayer had decided to just show up alone, so there she stood, lifting the red liquid occasionally to her lips as silver eyes scanned the faces of those gathered. Her mind wandered as she watched. The first thing that came to mind was that Morganite- her shyness was endearing, and she felt a slight kinship with the cat. Unconsciously, her gaze was seeking her out, but she was nowhere to be seen. After the Morganite, the Twin Brother and Sister Ammolites came to mind. Though she hadn’t seen the brother the day before, she still had enjoyed the both of their’s conversation the first day.
So now all there was left to do was wait for these fireworks to start, and this raffle. Zebey also wasn’t quite sure what the raffle could possibly be for. She wasn’t much for these types of things, and what could this place possibly raffle off? Gazing amongst the tables didn’t reveal what it was either. This flyer was strangely unspecific. Although… clearly it worked, even if it didn’t fully describe things out. There were plenty of people here, after all.
ooc. I’ll Loan Ur Wordz, Smorgasbord, 426 words. I also agree with Kimmy, I'm loving this style! :D