MEET ME AT THE OVERPASS / typhoon visitor

[Tena M.]

Tena Moonspinner —
Salt in the breeze.  The petite sand cat soon appeared beside Straw, unusual blue hues locking on the visiting tigress.  Goldenluxury. Tena had made the trip to the Typhoon once as Magna, though not much came of it; the visit was meant simply to inform them that someone new was commanding Elysium.  The Demdji knew little of the political difficulties with the Typhoon prior to her leadership and honestly felt minimal interest.  The present had enough problems to deal with, and the Elysium was home to different faces than then.

The Pitt had indeed surprised them with their raid, but Tena had always known a fight would present itself to them one day.  No one was safe from bloodshed.  We'll hit them harder and see how they like it. But even though she was furious at the gall the depurs had to attack them -- shouldn't they focus on their longer-standing foes? -- she wouldn't rush this.

The loss of the observatory moved her less than others, but she grit her teeth in rage whenever she saw the hurt on a clanmate's face.  Those who'd been members of the Ascendants prior to the merge had just lost a piece of home.  She knew better than some how that felt.

Tena flicked her tail as she regarded the tigress thoughtfully, only semi-intrigued by the basket.  The supplies would be put to good use for sure, but no doubt Goldie had other thoughts in mind than simply offering them a little aid.  Her whiskers twitched in wry amusement as Straw inquired on conditions.

"Hey," her greeting came out light and friendly.  Tena did not smile like she usually did however.  She's interested because we have a common enemy now.  "We've met before, but either way, I'm Tena."

"News gets around fast, I guess.  Thank you for the supplies," politics or not, it was a nice gesture.  "Though I imagine you're more interested in talking about the Pitt." Well.  She'd listen, if that was the case, but with a wary mind.  She would not jump into any agreements without careful consideration, especially with pirates who only bothered to show up after an attack by their enemy.  She knew they were a quiet group, but... Well.  If whatever the captain had in mind didn't suit them, they could each fight their own battles after all.  Tena wouldn't be hasty in either direction. 
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