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[Keona.]

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Idir brí is idir muir, Tá mé i dtiúin — tags & info

The last (and first) time the tiny wildcat had been to Tanglewood had not ended well.  Quite contrary in fact.  But she was confident.  A little wary from it all.  But confident.  The little band had run into no trouble on the way.  She suspected no trouble on the border.

Keona came to a wordless halt, tail flicking idly behind her, ears perked for any nearby sound.  Her pale hues danced and flickered.  Only settling after a long moment of listening.  Content to wait patiently for a patrol to find them.

Natyli followed Keona with a fire in her mitch-matched hues.  A basket hanging from her jaws.  The draconic jaguar moved with far less care and dignity than the smaller wildcat.  Curious.  Fidgety. 

She hadn't been to Tanglewood in a while.  Not since she, Trygve and Eulia came to paint the trees when they were just cubs.  An entertaining day.  She wondered if anyone remembered that.  Or if she ought to do something similar again... [i]Not today.

"keona" "natyli"
[ feel free to post before [member=4094]salem[/member] [member=11389]michael t.[/member] ! ]

come and fly away with me! — tags & info
[i]Natyli Roux — the chimera

[michael t.]

YOU NEVER GAVE UP ON ME; WHY DON'T YOU?
I'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU SEE; WHY WON'T YOU?

Tanglewood. In the past, Michael had tried his best to avoid the other group as much as possible, mainly due to his own past actions. While his time in The Pitt was quite a ways in the past, and he very much regretted his actions from back then, he still felt nervous. He didn't want to be attacked, or tried and hung as a terrible villain. Of course, they'd have plenty of reason to, considering what he had done. Still, he had changed since then. Quite a bit, at least in his own opinion – and the opinion of others, from what he had been told. So, all he could hope was that things would go well now, especially considering he, Keona, Salem, and Natyli were all there for diplomatic reasons.

Vaguely, he wondered how Tanglewood would feel about so many of them being there at once. They were essentially a small troupe, but that made sense, considering what had happened last time Keona had come. Just the thought made the bobcat's ears pin down, a soft sigh leaving him. Choosing not to focus on that for now – nor the group whose lands they were currently sitting on – Michael instead focused his attention on Natyli. Smiling a bit down at his niece, the dealer said in a teasing tone, "You're not planning on causing any trouble today, right? I seem to remember your brother and the rest of you getting escorted back after... what was it? Painting the trees?" He still didn't entirely understand that prank. Wasn't that essentially just decorating?

— Reggan

[rhosmari]

The smell of sea salt was an odd thing to smell so throughly in the swamp. Much of the scent here were bog and algae that covered deeper pits of water than some realized. It was a dangerous territory for those that did not know it and she had once underestimated it. But she knew better these days, it was a sanctuary now or rather it previously had been. Still she had no plans to abandon the only home she had ever had away from home. It felt wrong to do so and she had many friends she could talk to during her troubling days. Though one in particular she found herself treading over to more and more. The pale lioness loomed there in the thick foliage of the swamp and she watched the small entourage. She had not the faintest idea what they were here for but what they carried with them was interesting enough. So she stepped forth from the dense vegetation to greet them with a small smile upon her muzzle.

"Hello, she welcomes them to Tanglewood. What can this one do for them?" She spoke with a welcoming tone as she settled herself upon the ground and looked at the hanging basket for a split second. Perhaps they were here to trade items with them. That was something that intrigued her and she didn't know much about what the Typhoon had either.

[ATBASH CIPHER.]

ATBASH CIPHER

you laugh and smile at me, but you don't see a thing !

Honestly, the scent of The Typhoon momentarily caused Atbash to feel panic. She remembered them housing Caesar, although he had since been exiled, and she remembered how Goldenluxury didn't seem to fond of her after she declared The Typhoon as neutrals back when she led Snowbound. It had been her own mistake, of course, and Goldie had a right to be mad for the decision, but still, Atbash found herself worried around them. The savannah pushed down her feelings as much as she could, though, coming to sand next to Elsweyr. "Heya." She greeted with a small chirp.

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