heart you babe - meet & greet

[Elon]

You spoke of roses- all I feel are thorns ・°☆ } ——— [size=10pt]info

"Awww, why didn't you introduce me too?" Comes a whining voice in Elon's ear and the feline groans lowly, shaking her head with quiet vigor before sighing. [b]"Because nobody sees you. What'd be the point in that? It'd just make me look crazy!" She huffs. "You just don't like me anymore," the voice whines before making all sorts of annoying noises ring through the cat's head only to stop on a harsh sigh when Elon doesn't respond. "Oh- you really are in a bad mood... Sorry...," the voice speaks quietly now and with clear apology which only make the domestic groan. "It's fine, Naarah. I'll figure this all out. I just need some time to recover, okay?" Her voice is husky, tired, and she just wants to lie down for a bit. Her stomach is full now at least, but it's going to take her some time to recover from almost starving in the woods. Odd how the woods used to be her domain and now, in this new dimension, she had almost been it's victim. She'd kill to be brushed right now.

As she feels her friend's presence fade, Elon thinks that the alone time will be a good thing for her. She's someone that values it as much as coin after all, but without a book or a spell to distract her, the cat begins to be crushed by her own worrying thoughts. What if she can't figure all of this out? What if she's stuck in this loop forever. Trapped like a fly in a jar- where she really is right now. Swallowing, Elon squeezes her eyes shut and attempts to shove the thoughts away. When that doesn't work, it occurs to her that she'll just have to improvise. What was that she heard someone call earlier? A... meet and greet? Sounds like a parlor party at one of those damned politician's houses or something for not-so-hot singles, but she'll do it anyway.

Elon takes a few to let her demeanor shift; her lips move into a lazy, confident smile and she lies back on her side, striving to look effortlessly elegant against a small tree near a heavy traffic area. 'Who's a pretty kitty? I am,' she tells herself, before clearing the gravel from her throat to make way for her usual deep, smooth tone. "Someone wanna keep me company? Who's who around here? I'm Elon." Yeah, she met a lot of people when she first arrived but to say she remembers everyone would be a lie and she's sure there's plenty more where they came from.