07-31-2018, 07:57 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify;"]Today, Aya's residence of choice was a tree. She jumped down from said tree and sniffed with interest at the person at the border, whiskers twitching. He didn't have the determined resolution of a joiner, nor the laxness of a troublemaker. Tail waving, the tortoiseshell could only conclude he was visiting, or here to spread the word of their good lord so-and-so.