HIGH WATER - open; joining

[jericho]

The little tabby tends to wake up early and go to sleep shortly after dusk falls — it's not as if he can see, but it's often the sun's warmth on his pelt that stirs him.  His first instinct upon rising is always to go to the greenhouse to check on his plants, do any tending he must before his day begins.  It's rather therapeutic, he thinks.  The ginger tomcat pads along the beach with the intention of doing just that when he hears the voice of his sister and a stranger, and feeling a duty-bound responsibility to know all who reside in the group he claims to lead, the Helion comes hobbling over.  Jericho halts beside his sister, for when his jaws part her scent is familiar (albeit still an odd kind of familiarity, considering it's a recently-returned one).  Monroe's is... different, almost hard to identify.  He can tell that he's a feline, but they're also vaguely fishy in scent.  Jericho, unable to see the stranger's form which Warsongs inquires about, simply reasons that he must've gone swimming recently and leaves it at that.

This also means that Jericho has no means by which to recognize his sibling; their name, their scent, none of it is familiar in the slightest to the tabby.  Warsongs, though he did not immediately recall of them upon their reunion, at least had not changed beyond recognition.  Monroe, on the other paw, has.  "Oh, ah, o-of course you're welcome to stay," he speaks up, offering a small but polite smile.  His amber gaze flickers about, landing just to the left of Monroe's true position.  The way Jericho holds himself is reserved, perhaps hesitant, but his eyes brim with a genuine sort of warmth.  Clearing his throat lightly, the Sunhavener adds with a twitch of his whiskers, "I'm Jericho — did you... um, w-would you like to be shown around?  We could take you back to the town, it's nearby."