pry loose the nails ☀ q&a

[jericho]

The Helion is exiting the greenhouse, his paws still dusted with dirt and his pelt smelling of honey-sweet nectar when his feet meet the sun-warmed sand and the fresh ocean air hits his tongue.  He's been tending to his plants as he so often does, taking the free moments in his day to venture onto the beach and into the glass structure to water and weed.  It's hard work — Jericho adores every second of it, though.  Time melts away and all of his leadership duties are gone, only him and the smell of earth and tender petals brushing against his whiskers while he works.  He wishes he could stay all day, but he already gets lost long enough in the garden.  Thus he leaves, intending to head into town once more when the summer breeze carries forth Mama Ishayu's call to meet his ears.  His head raises attentively at the interesting prospect, one he rarely hears, and his feet seem to know to carry him towards the Hearthkeeper.  Against the backdrop of the ocean's ever-lapping waves do the particles crunch beneath his weight, graceful and gentle upon the earth despite his three-leggedness, and as he nears her he stops and hesitates.

Despite having promoted her recently and having seen her around the sea town which they both share as a place to call home, Jericho... can't claim to know Ishayu very well.  It, like whenever he cannot recognize a clanmate or realizes he's forgotten a name, forces him to feel a pang of guilt, the skin hidden beneath his ginger pelt turning rosy red.  Perhaps this a good time to remedy that problem.  The little tomcat settles himself a few paces away from the female on the sand, his blind gaze lifting searchingly until it settles where he can hear her breaths.  Curious as he is, Jericho isn't sure what to ask — it's difficult to know where to begin with someone you hardly know well without seeming nosy or intrusive.  Perhaps he worries too much of being insensitive or boring or coming off rude for doing nothing but asking; after all, the serval has subjected herself to this.  He lets out a small hm in thought, chewing lightly upon his lower lip.  "Ah, well... where did you live before Sunhaven?" the little tabby finally asks, the question both gentle and politely reserved.  Hopefully that one isn't too hard to answer.  "O-Or, um, if you'd like another, what are your hobbies?"