She could make an entrance - Intro - But could not make a friend

The mainly tan Lioness fumbled out of her house and into the unbearable heat. Stefflon groaned, shaking her body gently. "Don' understand how it's so hot. Don' like it." She spoke, kicking dust into the air with a paw. The cub looked back to the house behind her, blinking. [color=#7f3867]"An' her sibling don' wanna go out. She can understand. But she's goin' and exploring." Stefflon yawned, then turned to look at the town.

She just couldn't understand why it was so hot - and she hated the heat. No idea why, but she hated the heat.

[color=#ff71ce]✪ Diss my mother then your skin start bleed

Elsweyr's cubs were growing up fast, weren't they? Atbash was glad to see them surviving though, given how hectic their birth had been. "Heya, you're one of Els's kids, aren't 'cha?" The savannah chirped a greeting as she came up to Stefflon, noticing the girl hanging outside of the Luminary's home. "I'm Atbash." She didn't bother the cub with her last name and rank; no use in confusing the kid, after all.

EVERY OCCASION HAS ITS DISCUSSION—

he followed stefflon out with narrowed optics. "nobody likes it, sis. i'm pretty sure somebody is dealing with it." looked up as atbash approached, introducing herself by first name only. lucinder sat down, in the shade, and curled his tail around his paws. "hello atbash. you know when the weather will be nice again?"

—AND EVERY GENERATION HAS ITS MEN

"SPEECH"

ROUND UP YOUR SOLDIERS, QUEEN—
lucinder x — tanglewood — 5 months
[color=#C178B7]—BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THEY CALL STRENGTH

"Oh, hello." She looked over to Atbash, ear flicking toward her brother to signal that the half-blind girl heard him. [color=#7f3867]"Yeah, Mama called her Stefflon. It's nice to meet you, Atbash." She smiled a little, then looked at her brother. [color=#7f3867]"Yuh, d'you know?" and she looked back at Atbash with a curious look I'm her blue eye.

[color=#ff71ce]✪ Diss my mother then your skin start bleed

Atbash tried to hide her worry at the question Lucinder asked, followed by Stefflon echoing the question. "H-hopefully soon." Was the only way she could answer. "We're all getting tired of the heat, but we're trying our best to work things out. I believe your mother was planning on sending a couple Tanglers to The Typhoon." She went on. "They're our allies, they should help us in this time of need."

EVERY OCCASION HAS ITS DISCUSSION—

he returned the smile from his sister then looked back at atbash. "how are pond dwellers going to help us with our heat problem? magically summon rain clouds to rain down for us?" simple question, really, but lucinder wasn't sure how much atbash could answer given her status.

—AND EVERY GENERATION HAS ITS MEN

"SPEECH"

ROUND UP YOUR SOLDIERS, QUEEN—
lucinder x — tanglewood — 5 months
[color=#C178B7]—BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THEY CALL STRENGTH

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”Y’all bothering Atbash already?”

Despite being tired, hungry, and downright exhausted, Arrow still made damn sure that every interaction was maintained with the level of optimism and energy that she always had, self declared herself to be That Guy. And if anyone on this bitch of an Earth would see her die before she officially gave up would be her kids, not that she actually would want them to see her go. They didn’t have to know about the first time.

Offering a cheerful smile to the Vassal the moment she saw the woman interacting with Stefflon and Lucinder, Arrow looked down at her sun with a raise of her brow. ”Technically we’re the pond dwellers, buddy. You’ll see, when the rains come back.” The Typhoon. Right, other than maybe food and extra supplies, she wasn’t sure what they could provide, if that would even come. It was impossible to tell if they were in a state to even share and play nice given how everyone had been seemingly struck with something lately.

Pond dwellers, that definitely wasn't The Typhoon. More like ocean dwellers, but Atbash appreciated Arrow's presence and trying to make a joke out of the situation. "If The Typhoon has anyone who can manipulate water," The savannah thought out loud, her focus mainly on Arrow as if she just gotten a great idea. "Then maybe we can all work together to manipulate the weather. It's hard to do it just as one person, but maybe a group of us...?"

EVERY OCCASION HAS ITS DISCUSSION—

he looked up at his mother with a shrug as he was called a pond-dweller. then what were the typhoon? ocean dwellers? to be honest, it didn't really matter to him. he just wanted the ocean dwellers or whatever to dwell some ocean here because boy it was getting hotter every minute. he shook his neck, tongue out and panting. "ma, it's really hot out here."

—AND EVERY GENERATION HAS ITS MEN

"SPEECH"

ROUND UP YOUR SOLDIERS, QUEEN—
lucinder x — tanglewood — 5 months
[color=#C178B7]—BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THEY CALL STRENGTH

Ximen cracked open an eye. Damned loud kids, waking him up in the middle of his nap. Wasn’t midday for sleeping? It was too damned troublesome to do anything else in this heat.

“Fucking right it’s too hot,” the cheetah said, fanning himself with his leathery wings. The man’s golden eyes blinked the flies away. If it weren’t for the wings and his blinks, the splayed feline could’ve been mistaken for dead. He never moved much, not unless he needed to.

He yawned, licked his teeth, and blinked at his nephew and niece. Niblings? Was that the term? Ugh. The heat addled his fucking bran.

“Doubt even water elementals could pull water from a stone. Not like there’s much to draw on, yeah?” he said to Atbash. He yawned again. “Might be good to ask, good point, those fucking pirates gotta have watery… water people.” Fuck, he yawned again. “Everyone knows what Ximen means, yeah? Good idea. Should definitely do. Maybe trade some, IDK—” He pronounced this, literally, with the three letters only. “—gatorskin or moonshine. Pirates always need more alcohol. Stereotype, ha.”