say i told you so || joiner - Printable Version

It was interesting, she thought, that these seemingly amazing places were all out here and she had never heard of them before. Had she not gone exploring on her own, despite her family's nagging, she would've never come across this! 'This' being the flower field she currently plopped herself in, happily and very closely studying the different flowers. Each time she saw a new one, she would set a paw to the side of it and grow one identical to it with her power, picking it. After a bit, she had a bundle of those pretty flowers in her mouth without having to actually pull any that were there before.

Of course, she knew this was supposedly someone else's property, she was not incapable of understanding what the smell of the border indicated. But she'd gotten bored and couldn't wait to look around before anyone even greeted her. Her next stop was probably going to be the body of water nearby before she went knocking on their door.

[size=9pt]He'd seen some weird shit in these fields.

Sit for a while and watch, and the world will morph itself around you and give you a show. At least, that's what happens whenever Moon finds the tha-dump of his heart too much, claustrophobic in his chest and bouncing off the walls like a caged bird. His mind will pick up speed too fast and start propelling thoughts at him at a thousand miles an hour 'till he's got his jaw set so tight he chips his tooth and all there is is a thick, spasming paranoia sitting happy in his veins until he's managed to reach the fields.

And then, usually, it goes away. Usually the scent of flowers seeps into his senses and he remembers how he hates the smell of Sweet Peas and Roses. Or he'll hear a rustling in the undergrowth and out will come Edgar, nose twitching in the air. Today, though, he's got a cold and he's not smelling nothing, and Edgar is nowhere to be seen, either. But this world has a habit of not letting him have a moment's peace.

"Think they call that a green thumb," Says the lion, watching her press against the ground and have a flower spurt up in its place. "Green paw. Whatever." He corrects. His golden, scarred maw opens wide in a yawn that coats his words. "Doesn't matter. What're you doing with your jaws full of our scenery, stranger? Leave some for the natives."

Coldsun was startled, slightly, but quickly relaxed as her gaze landed on Moonmade. Not speaking for a moment, she was obviously awestruck. She'd never seen a lion before, she hadn't seen a lot before, hence her journey. They were definitely much taller than she had thought. Carefully, she placed the flowers at her paws and looked back up at Moonmade with a smile.

"H-hi there! I wasn't going to take much, really. That's why I was growing my own... they're very pretty!" Her paw scuffed against the ground, smile turning sheepish. It wouldn't do well on her part to anger the first person she saw, especially when they could easily squash her. "I can grow some back, it's okay!" It might tire her out, but as long as it kept him happy.

Having to look up so far to speak to the lion, she completely missed the small kitten running out until he brushed against her and caused her to jump again. "Oh! Well, hello!" she laughed quietly, "I'm not sure what green paw means myself, but it certainly sounds cool. It's nice to meet you, Danny!"

Once again, she was looking up to the third one who approached. Another she'd never seen in her life was a wolf. She saw her fair share of dogs, though, and she could see the similarities. Except, the dogs she knew were clumsy and dopey, but this one here wasn't. "You're so pretty!" she said quickly, nearly squishing the flowers beneath her paws as she moved forward. "I-I'm Coldsun! It's nice to meet you, too, Imperia. What does, um, bonjour mean? I've never heard that before."

A glance at the lion again reminded of her original reason for even waiting around for them. "Oh! Before you answer that... can I stay around here? I'd love to see the rest of this place."

Bastille found himself trailing after Danny without really intending to. He could not pretend that he didn't have an immediately liking for the kid — something about him was just vaguely familiar enough, and he would find himself checking in on the younger feline at random just because. He had stopped trying to question weird draws to others, however, and decided that he wasn't going to think too hard on it; instead he just noted that he saw the flicker of the kitten heading off, and followed to make sure he didn't end up in some bizarre trouble.

"It means hello," he provided as he stopped beside Peri, pale blue stare flickering up from Danny — who had already made himself comfortable, it would seem — to regard this unfamiliar female idly. "French," he clarified, if that was not already known, before giving a lazy shrug. [b]"You can stay as long as you want; we'll show you around and shit. I need to patrol, anyway. I'm Bast, by the way."