I WALK MY DAYS ON A WIRE | joining

[GEORGIA.]

Georgia listened in thinly veiled concern, her green eyes growing marble-wide. Part of her was convinced that horns and wings would be cool - glide around, see the world from above; but then she remembered she could already had the ability. Besides, the longer she thought on it, the more it appealed to her. "I mean. Horns to hit people with could be cool - " She started, expression coloring with interest as she leaned towards Micheal so see if there were horns on his head. Then Roxanne started laughing, confessed it was a joke, and introduced herself.

A wave rose a little taller and broke a little harder than it should have on the shore, spraying sea foam in their direction. Georgia wasn't going to pretend that it wasn't her irritation that had the wave crash closer than it should have; and she wasn't going to pretend she had common manners. Wow, great, you're so funny, She eyed Roxanne with mild bitterness at the fact she had taken advantage of her simple curiosity. Whatever. "I'm Georgia," The sandy feline replied, deciding to be petty and not address the joke.

The creature who joined them next was not a feline. Emphasis on not a feline. Georgia was already having trouble grasping the appearance of the first two (though with the oddity of her heritage she wasn't sure why it was a difficult thing to swallow), and then a living fossil just wandered out of the brush to join them. The thing was massive - towering over all the rest of them. The fact that Michael and Roxanne seemed relatively unfazed by the beast tore Georgia's fight or flight response in half, her stubbornness and bitter need to prove herself rooting her paws to the sand.

When Michael spoke again - and Georgia was also reeling a little bit at the fact this guy did not look like a Michael - it was to chastise Roxanne for messing with her. While Georgia utterly refused to take her eyes off the utahrahptor, her ears twitched in the direction of the jewelry-bedazzled feline. Ament, huh? Georgia wondered if it talked. Though, seemingly not, since Michael said he probably wouldn't be introducing himself. In the back of her mind, Georgia decided she liked Michael; she could tolerate him. He was friendly but not overly so. "...Very nice." She said rather absently, eyes still roaming over the feathers and features of the dino.

As another person joined the welcoming committee with a confirmation of the dino's name, Georgia's found herself able to look away for just a moment to note that this feline also seemed draconian, and around her age. She eyed the dragon scale around his neck with some interest; a shiny thing that she wouldn't mind having. The boy seemed to speak something to Ament in a verbal chittering, and the sound of it raised the fur along her spine. It sounded rather unearthly, and she wasn't a fan of it. "Georgia. Cool necklace," She responded rather bluntly.

"So...not gonna lie, this looks a little cult-ish to me; do you all have rituals or something for newcomers?" Georgia asked wearily, guard dropping a little as her exhaustion started to get to her. Her bones began begging for sleep, aching in all the worst spots. "Cult or not, though, if you can offer a safe place to sleep then I can play nice." Her eyes slid over to Ament, wondering whether or not she could trust the utahrahptor to not eat her while she slept. "Provided that the other people here play nice, too." She tacked on.