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Starlight does not have the history with these three that they have with each other. Far from it, in fact. He has no history of his own, not with the Typhoon as a whole, nor with Fischer, or the other two gave run to meet her. This is why he hesitates before slowly moving over to the group, not wanting to interrupt some tender meeting between family that he is not a part of. Still, he should know any new – or in this case, old – members that show up to the border, and the wandering feline supposes that this is a good opportunity to learn more about the group he has now come to reside in. If he could not remember his own history yet, he could, at the very least, learn about what was here before he showed up, dim eyed and searching out for his past. Goldenluxury had already offered to help him with the fact that he couldn't remember anything, but perhaps the other two here could also introduce a new sense of connection to The Typhoon that he didn't have yet.
The starry pelted male approached more slowly, standing a bit back and to the side of Goldie, not wanting to call more attention to himself than the bare minimum to introduce himself. He dipped his head respectfully to Fischer, the waves of glittering light on his lower back and tail standing out against the dark and colorful sky that they were standing under, "Hello, Miss Fischer... my name is Starlightbrigade... welcome home." He lifted his head after his introduction, his grey bordering on white lightly glowing eyes taking her on slowly. She would need assistance, he was sure of it. Her fur was unkempt, her eyes tired, and her fur seeming to cling just a tad too close to her ribs. Goldie had already offered help for many of these things, but he did notice that she hadn't attempted yet to rectify the last of the issues, "I'm sure you're exhausted... would you like me to fetch you some food? I cannot imagine you were being fed well while being kept prisoner."
The starry pelted male approached more slowly, standing a bit back and to the side of Goldie, not wanting to call more attention to himself than the bare minimum to introduce himself. He dipped his head respectfully to Fischer, the waves of glittering light on his lower back and tail standing out against the dark and colorful sky that they were standing under, "Hello, Miss Fischer... my name is Starlightbrigade... welcome home." He lifted his head after his introduction, his grey bordering on white lightly glowing eyes taking her on slowly. She would need assistance, he was sure of it. Her fur was unkempt, her eyes tired, and her fur seeming to cling just a tad too close to her ribs. Goldie had already offered help for many of these things, but he did notice that she hadn't attempted yet to rectify the last of the issues, "I'm sure you're exhausted... would you like me to fetch you some food? I cannot imagine you were being fed well while being kept prisoner."
[b]TAGS • STARLIGHTBRIGADE OF THE TYPHOON
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