GLASSKIT - female - snow leopard - tags - played by athenii

"speech"
How long had the cub been walking for? Days, it felt like. In all reality, she had only recently been dumped upon the shore. The humans that reigned over the rest of the world had given her a horrible start to her existence, a torturous entrance to life. Caged, kept from her mother, deemed disposable and dumped on unknown territory, Glass was less likely to trust now than ever before.

She didn't necessarily need anyone. She hadn't had anyone her entire life - she'd been kept separate from her mother and siblings from birth. The curse of being a runt, she supposed. Being the smallest and weakest in her litter is what lead to her abandonment. The kid couldn't be of much use as a thin, sickly creature. For all she knew, her siblings could be dead.

Regardless, the cub did not particularly want to be alone forever, and there wasn't much unclaimed land around the island. So she meandered around for a few days, checking out the various groups from a distance. The child was watchful of their comings and goings, generally from outside their territory. Tanglewood was the one she had eventually decided upon, thinking that the people and territory seemed most intriguing.

The child knew from her observations that crossing over the scent line was generally seen as a threat, so she was careful to stay a few steps back from the invisible marker. Her slate grey eyes traveled about, her puny, useless wings pressed firmly to her side. Sitting tall, proud, her tail was wrapped around her paws. She looked, outwardly, as if she was well versed in the language and customs of the island, when in truth she was simply mimicking the demeanor of those she had observed over the past week. This was how she knew to simply wait, to not speak quite yet, for questions would be asked of her.

GLASSKIT - female - snow leopard - tags - played by athenii

"speech"

Since Glass had nothing to compare her behavior to, she didn't quite catch on to how disconcerting it could be. She'd spent most of her short life in a cage. Having no chance to play or interact with her siblings, let alone time with her mother to learn how to behave, had left the sickly cub with a very closed off demeanor. She demanded attentions be paid, but she was not going at it with the intent of cuteness. She simply did not want to be alone; though this most certainly did not mean that she was going to be all soft and cuddly.

Whatever trauma had caused her closed off demeanor went further than just first impressions. Glass didn't just act disconnected, she was disconnected. This was a fact that could be heard plainly within her voice as she went to respond first to Medusa. "I do not wish to speak as to why I am alone. I will, however, disclose my requirement of a place of residence." Her tone was clipped, matter-of-fact. She had little understanding of the use of emotions, perhaps another side effect of being alone, and thus saw no logical reason to inject them into her speech. She did note the female's name, as well as her odd form of speech.

Prior to being able to actually state her interest in Elsweyr's speech patterns, another approached. This female spoke more plainly - softer, gentler, and not nearly as interesting as the previous stranger's. "My name is Glass. Although, based on my observations of your customs, Glasskit may be more suitable." The cub spoke smoothly, barely twitching her ear as she revealed her name. "Technically, I was waiting for you. Not you specifically, of course. I was waiting to be invited across your, uh, invisible line. I understand it is customary."

Sophiea had been organizing her home but the sound of voices speaking was enough to coax her over, she decided to drop the feather duster that was held between her jaws and would head outside with both of her tufted ears perked forward. A small etched onto her maw as she kept her steps careful and elegant until she arrived next to Moth only to then take note of the cub that was right there who seemed to be waiting for the residents of Tanglewood to approach her. It seemed that the little one had a similar way of speaking or whatnot, the winged feline raising a nonexistent eyebrow at this Glasskit. Something about the kit part of the name being custom and that's when Sophiea would scoff lightly in brief amusement "It actually isn't custom." Began the British woman as she took a step forward to make herself loud and known, she would continue with a curt nod of her cranium "It is optional but not at all custom, a funny thing you should say that. My name is Sophiea and I had no means of changing it when I joined this swamp. And if you truly were observant, you'd notice that Elsweyr and Moth have regular names as well." Her whiskers would twitch lightly and her pupils narrowed into small slits, she would take a seat deciding that she had said enough.

"And as for the invisible line, that's a scent marker. I'd recommend not stepping on it directly," She would say with her short tail wiggling behind her, the bandaged up femme would let out a soft breath "But you're welcome to stay and find a home of your own within the town." Another bugger to add to the children that were currently roaming around Tanglewood at the given moment.