fly the river to the one i love — meet and greet

[jericho]

/hey everyone! so the assumption here is that sunhaven has already been founded/is up and running prior to this thread but they're still pretty new, so you can just jump in! feel free to have your character already know jericho. alternatively, you can post your own joining/introduction or any other thread, we're open for posting now!

This place reminds him of homes past — the sound of waves gently crashing against the shore, the feeling of coarse sand underpaw, the scent of seaspray in the air.  He thinks that maybe, subconsciously, that's why he chose it.  The floating sea village is different than the beach town (it floats, for starters) and there's no jungle in sight, but he wonders to himself how he always seems to end up at the ocean.  He wonders to himself if there's a reason he's always drawn here.

This relaxing sense of vague familiarity follows the territory, but the people do not come with the same feeling.  They're all entirely new to him, and there's no feigning acquaintance with living, breathing creatures as he can with the landscape.  The little tabby wants to get to know them all, he just doesn't know where to start.  Beginning again is hard —  even harder when there's nowhere to begin.  He's so used to joining, arriving somewhere and trying to learn to call it home, but this time he's creating something of his own and Jericho isn't sure how that's supposed to work.  He's been a leader before, and yet he's never figured out how to be good at it.  He still isn't really a leader at all, is he?  He sure doesn't feel like one.

The ginger tomcat seats himself at the fountain's base, his blind eyes blinking directly ahead as if to peer across the wide open area.  They close briefly for a moment as he basks in the sun's warmth hitting his pelt directly before he exhales softly.  "H-Hey, uh, guys?" he calls out after a pause.  It sounds so informal, almost stupid when he says it aloud.  Jericho feels himself reddening under his pelt at the thought, and yet he clears his throat and hurriedly adds, "So... I — uh, I-I was thinking we could have a big, ah, m-meet and greet to... get to know each other a bit better.  Um, so... I mean, f-feel free to introduce yourself and give a, ah, a-a fun fact?"

It's stated like a question; uncertain, hesitant.  The Helion shuffles his paws and says, "I... um, I-I'll start."  He's never been good at introductions (public speaking isn't his forte, and with that stutter of his speaking in general is arguably among his shortcomings) but he flashes a sheepish little smile, though one that brims with kindness and warmth.  "I'm Jericho — you, ah, p-probably know me as the Helion around here.  And fun fact... um, w-well, I'm blind and I really like plants and — a-and gardening."  He's not sure how fun those facts are, but its the best the nervous feline can do off the top of his head.  He releases a held breath, relaxing his stiffened frame, and waits to see who will answer his call.