SCARBOROUGH FAIR / gifts

[J. ADALGAR]

[align=center][glow=grey,2,300] and what's wrong with being confident?[/glow]

from a shadow overhead, the newest of the group spotted the pair along the border, it was only after a moment's decision did hebi invite himself to join. landing far enough away that neither would get kicked up by the landing before padding over. the large brute watching the stranger- roxanne and her 'Gift basket' was this custom? "hello, stranger." the jaguar answered roxanne with a soft sort of hesitancy, ending in a lit of bemusement at aurum's own.

it was, easier now that he had gotten his bearings, that his children where home, beside fenris still tucked along the back between his shoulders. enjoying the small amount of warmth the worn leather could provide. what once were an actual sack for his things now became a psydo-carrier for his snakes. feeling the shift between his shoulders as a curious brown snout pocked from under the leather flap.

the scent on aurum was... odd wrong in the sense of it smelled of somewhere else, and the jaguar kept silent, even faded it lingered, and the fact that the lion made no move to hide kept him from truly speaking out. "are gifts... custom?" he finally broached, a tilt to his cranium as he looked towards the basket and roxanne both. his gruff voice still soft, curious. he's never been given anything before. well, nothing good.