05-11-2020, 11:12 PM
He notices the she-cat's pace backward, the way her fur raises and her green gaze assesses him. Icarus doesn't react, at least not outwardly, simply waving her initial wariness away as she relaxes into a stuttering introduction. Head nods at her question. "You've found us," he confirms, carefully pensive expression finally sliding into an easy smile. It's not every day that the Knights have visitors — they're small, tight-knit, but still fairly isolated out here among the windy moors. The other feline doesn't belong to a group, or so she says, and nevertheless he has half a mind to bombard her with well-intended queries to feed his own curious mind. Thankfully, he thinks better of such selfish whims — he figures it wouldn't exactly be good etiquette to scare off the already-jumpy stranger.
She hasn't stated name nor intention yet, though he hasn't pressed her for either. Instead Icarus offers plainly, "Were you looking to join, then? I could show you to the manor, it's not far." His tail twitches, as if ready to lead the way across the well-trodden paths. The Knight is already getting ahead of himself now, jumping to conclusions that Gordon has hardly yet hinted at. Then again, he's never been terribly good at following procedure (and he's especially fuzzy on the Knights'). The golden-furred tom gives a flick of an ear, only faintly remembering his manners. Spring green eyes, ever-glittering like the stars he so worships, light up further with affable warmth when he adds, "Oh, I'm Icarus. It's nice to meet you, ...?" It trails off in an upward crescendo, hoping to prompt for a name to fill in the blanks.
She hasn't stated name nor intention yet, though he hasn't pressed her for either. Instead Icarus offers plainly, "Were you looking to join, then? I could show you to the manor, it's not far." His tail twitches, as if ready to lead the way across the well-trodden paths. The Knight is already getting ahead of himself now, jumping to conclusions that Gordon has hardly yet hinted at. Then again, he's never been terribly good at following procedure (and he's especially fuzzy on the Knights'). The golden-furred tom gives a flick of an ear, only faintly remembering his manners. Spring green eyes, ever-glittering like the stars he so worships, light up further with affable warmth when he adds, "Oh, I'm Icarus. It's nice to meet you, ...?" It trails off in an upward crescendo, hoping to prompt for a name to fill in the blanks.
lightning in your eyes, you can't speak
falling from the sky, down to me
( icarus — knights of concord — judge — tags )