NOW THE PARTY'S OVER // meet and greet

[VALE]

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Tail lashing behind her, the jaguar looked at the small gathering with a grimace on her face – though the disgusted look vanished quickly enough. Vale loathed children on sight; their noises usually hurt her sensitive ears and their grubby little hands tried to touch everything. She remembered a time when one of her friends pushed a gremlin on her and the damn thing nearly yanked out a fistful of her hair. Disgusting little shit machines, the lot usually were.

But this one… it looked much calmer than the rest. And Vale, even with her hatred for children, could feel some empathy for lonely souls.

Quietly, she walked over and stood slightly behind Clarence; almost as though putting him between her and the potential vomit-machine. “Kris, right? Hello,” the melanistic feline spoke, green eyes cautiously looking at the smaller thing with squinted eyes. Moving slightly behind Clarence, as though preparing for the child to scream at her face, the woman’s ears flicked back momentarily. “I’m Vale Aston. Nice to meet you. Please don’t make loud noises.”

Vale didn’t quite understand why other people liked the damn brats. Children’s voices were extremely high pitched – even their happy squeals hurt. Of course, the woman didn’t know that she was probably one of the only people with enhanced senses in the group – and probably in the whole city, in her life as a human. With such precise hearing, of course she hated the damn screams of the entitled brats that London’s wealthy dragged along with them.