BONNY AT MORN | o, m&g + guild choosing

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[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Quite happy to see that someone had heeded his call so soon, Corryn's posture seemed to relax as his own eyes grew friendlier towards the stranger. A nod was offered to the hybrid, trying his hardest to ignore the darkness of her muzzle. She was but a baby in comparison to the first dog he'd seen roaming these lands, but those shiny teeth highlighted by a black snout would live on in other canine's appearances for quite some time through Cory's vision. Pausing as she sniffed him, momentarily returning to a rigor mortis-esque type of stature as he picture the pup's throat around his neck, the barn owl allowed himself to breathe once she'd finished identifying him. Focus on the tail... left right... left right... his head unknowingly tilted along the jovial movements like a metronome, only reminded of his duties once Perse began speaking to him again. "Oh right, sorry. Name's Corryn, it's a pleasure to meet you Persephone," he dipped his head once more, perhaps a little flustered that he'd been caught messing about as a way to calm himself down. "So if I joined the Warfare guild, I'd be working with you, right?" he asked, curious. "What do you guys do in it? Like do you go on cool adventures? Fight crime?". Corryn had done as much research as he could, but even with impending adulthood on him it was hard to be responsible enough to figure out every little detail.