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[Evelyn]

Talia has gotten quite comfortable living in the Typhoon. While admittedly having arrived only a few days earlier, it's easy enough to find herself in the deep end of familiarity given the group's likeness to her old home (albeit certainly more chaotic than the land-of-tides had been). In fact, she'd even found herself an abandoned treehouse to busy herself with; renovations do tend to take a lot of her time, and it isn't long until she realizes she's starved of communication.

So she takes whatever excuse she can, and the ringing bell heralding the arrival of a newcomer is right up her alley.

The hellhound launches herself from the raised porch of the treehouse and spreads her wings wide, casting a rippling shadow on the canopy underneath. Beside her flies Boob, her trusted companion, the ferruginous pygmy owl whistling a melodic tune. It's one that Talia matches in kind, singing softly under her breath, broken only by a light chime of laughter.

The duo reach the wall in record time, Talia perching above the wall and Boob landing on an antler on her head. They peer down at the newcomer with curious eyes, one seafoam and another amber, and cock their heads to the side at the same time.

"Pretty little things, aren't they?" Talia flashes the stranger a smile, one wing extending to gesture at the basket of serpents directly underneath her. "They've got a nasty bite, sure, but pretty. They don't like to be kept waiting, though, and neither do I. What brings you to the shore?"

ooc. i see a hawke-based character, i like immediately. welcome to the gayphoon!