neverland / o, visitor

[jericho]

Jericho's arrival is slightly delayed behind Ellie, but he follows her nevertheless.  He's been visiting other groups too, but he's trying his best not to miss out on any, however long it takes.  For a small, blind, three-legged feline, he's rather content with himself for simply having made it this far at all — traveling is often tiring for someone as weak as himself.  And yet the ginger tabby approaches, his white-tipped paws lopsided in their gait but still gentle upon the swampy earth.  Jericho halts beside Ellie with a little exhale before his ears prick and his unseeing gaze peers forth, blindly staring just past Vigenere.  The tom himself cannot see the other male's nod in greeting, but he listens to his words and offers a small smile in acknowledgement of his own.

Tanglewood — an interesting name.  He hopes he'll remember it; there aren't as many groups around here as he's used to, but it's still enough for him to have to recall.  The little Helion clears his throat and greets, "Ah, hello.  I-I'm Jericho and this is Ellie; we're from Sunhaven.  We've, um, just... s-settled in nearby and wanted to visit."  He certainly doesn't expect the other to recognize their group by name or any other means; as much as the sea town already feels like home to Jericho, they're still new.  "I was also wondering i-if you're all interested in an alliance?  Or, ah, at least neutrals, anyways.  We have lots of shopkeepers in Sunhaven — I f-figured we could come by and trade sometime."