EASY LIFE - open; visiting/possible joining

[FUBUKI]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Innocence was a double-edged sword. It may've stopped one from delving too deep into mature and uneasy topics, yet in situations like this one, it prevented one from forming a truly knowledgeable opinion. Ren'd started seeing how unjust creatures made groups like this feel inhabitable, since his home had been tampered with on that fateful night he'd struggled to get back to sleep easily. One of Moonmade's original meetings hadn't helped his schedule much either, what with the megaphone's cry for that being boomed across the lands when the sun had barely started to wake. As such, whether it was to avoid feeling like a trapped rabbit in his house or two delve deeper into his thoughts and a weird feeling that had emerged in his heart, Ren was out and about at unsocial hours. His family would've killed him for not hibernating through the dangerous nights, but he ignored their rules and instead looked to his aforementioned leader for inspiration to stay awake longer. If the lion could do it, if the owl-faced hybrid could do it, then the feline was sure he could roam freely in the night without risk of danger either. What he hadn't been expecting as he traveled across the rather plain territory was a voice crying out to him during the night, the velvety texture of it causing Ren to stop dead in his tracks.

Another ghost?! He neglected his slouched form to stand up straight, hoping to seem tough in the face of the ethereal. The feline twisted his head around, tilting the rounded cranium just slightly as an odd looking creature became obvious through the night's haze. I'm too far away from camp to hide from the ghost this time. That just meant he had to face his fears and stand up for himself, nerves be damned. Swallowing a lump in his throat, the tuxedo tom began to slink over, keeping as quiet as his body would allow him to be. The creature's voice rang clear again, this time with a conviction that suggested that it wasn't just a whispering ghost seeking mischief. Ashen eyes widening with the realistion, Ren took a breath through his nose to discover a scent through the wind's random movements. It was a group which he did not yet know, but it was confirmation that this 'Valkyr' wasn't so spooky after all - most ghosts didn't smell, from what he'd heard. Valk's appearance certainly seemed wraith-like though, regardless of what he wanted to claim. A creature shackled to this level of existence, a lost soul seeking something that it lacked in it's prior life, a rather rugged appearance, Ren almost wanted to call it symbolism of the undead. Not to the other's face though, at least not yet.

"Should be ok," he rumbled to the other when he was close enough, fatigue glazing his eyes. Ren clearly wasn't adjusted to this time no matter how determined he was to assimilate, yet he remained as friendly as he could. It may've been difficult to see, for their were no smiles or gifts to be offered down on their luck, but that was just how it was with him. "We have spare rooms in the Observatory,". Perhaps it wasn't ok to be so hospitable, perhaps there was something wrong with them that the feliade should've known, but one night of accommodation wouldn't hurt if they were here on friendly terms. What was the worse they could do, open the doors to the Observatory and let all their clan friends in the night? Sunhaven hadn't needed a spy to do that for them. White socked forepaw dragging across the grass as he realised he was delving into stressed thought again, the male snapped his attention back to the stranger. "Star sign?". Neutral frown lightening up a little with the out of the blue question, ashen eyes would search for some sort of confusion as he waited for an answer. One night or not, Valkyr would surely want to stay in a floor associated with Cancer or Leo or... Sagittarius (he looked like one of them), it was every stranger's joy to be assigned to a room based on their birth month. Sarcasm aside, Ren would fidget with his ear with as much patience as he could muster.