06-10-2018, 11:45 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10pt;"][color=black]Upon the arrival of Atbash, pallid olive eyes flicker over to observe the smaller feline as she moves closer. "Oh, hello." The two of them started off on the wrong foot when Atbash first joined. Well, it was mostly just Melantha being influenced by superstition and paranoia. Although the young huntress does not outwardly express her guilt, it is clear from the cougar's actions that she is doing her best to make amends. Something in her plain visage is softer; apologetic. Melantha is not great at expressing kindness, but at least the intention is there. What is the saying? It's the thought that counts. Perhaps it does not apply to all things. However, it seems relevant to this particular situation. A faint smile tugs at the edges of her lips.
She is about to respond when Jacob arrives next. At first, a warm expression dances upon her features at the familiar sight of her friend. But then she become aware of how he strains to walk. Her maw parts, words of concern balancing at the tip of her tongue. She stops herself. Jacob probably doesn't want yet another person asking him how he's doing and telling him to rest. Perhaps it is just best to help him out in other ways instead of transforming into some sort of overbearing nurse. "Of course!" replies Melantha, immediately moving to help. Although carrying things always poses a problem for a powerless, thumbless creature such as she, Mel already took it upon herself to find a wagon of sorts which she can load with items and pull all by herself. Disability requires innovation. "Is there a specific place that you want them delivered?"
She is about to respond when Jacob arrives next. At first, a warm expression dances upon her features at the familiar sight of her friend. But then she become aware of how he strains to walk. Her maw parts, words of concern balancing at the tip of her tongue. She stops herself. Jacob probably doesn't want yet another person asking him how he's doing and telling him to rest. Perhaps it is just best to help him out in other ways instead of transforming into some sort of overbearing nurse. "Of course!" replies Melantha, immediately moving to help. Although carrying things always poses a problem for a powerless, thumbless creature such as she, Mel already took it upon herself to find a wagon of sorts which she can load with items and pull all by herself. Disability requires innovation. "Is there a specific place that you want them delivered?"