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//Hi! I'm so sorry i must've gotten the notifaction for this and got distracted, hope it's not to late to respond!
Apollo's tail did a little dance as she spotted the little sand cat. Tena, if she remembered correctly - she'd been in the cat's wonderful tea shop in one of the previous visits, but other than that they hadn't interacted much. Oh, how she missed that teas flavor, perhaps she'd get some after her story.
Apollo glanced around to see if any others had joined, but her attieon kept snapping back to Tena. What was different? She meets the cat's eyes for a second before the answer hit her - there was only one electric blue eye staring back at her. Apollo mouthed the words before she could think to stop herself. "A warrior,"
Her eyes cut upwards, Intregeing.
"You look like someone who hungers for a good story." She mused, sitting down on her tall box. It creaked slightly under her shifting weight but otherwise was quiet. She nodded to Tena, tilting her head slightly to the side to make sure she was within the sight of that one dazzling eye."Tell me, beloved tea maker, which would like to hear? A tale of forgotten gods and the beans they stole, or, an ode to the sea, a slave to a master who hungers for all things shiny, including the whites of your eyes."
Apollo's tail did a little dance as she spotted the little sand cat. Tena, if she remembered correctly - she'd been in the cat's wonderful tea shop in one of the previous visits, but other than that they hadn't interacted much. Oh, how she missed that teas flavor, perhaps she'd get some after her story.
Apollo glanced around to see if any others had joined, but her attieon kept snapping back to Tena. What was different? She meets the cat's eyes for a second before the answer hit her - there was only one electric blue eye staring back at her. Apollo mouthed the words before she could think to stop herself. "A warrior,"
Her eyes cut upwards, Intregeing.
"You look like someone who hungers for a good story." She mused, sitting down on her tall box. It creaked slightly under her shifting weight but otherwise was quiet. She nodded to Tena, tilting her head slightly to the side to make sure she was within the sight of that one dazzling eye."Tell me, beloved tea maker, which would like to hear? A tale of forgotten gods and the beans they stole, or, an ode to the sea, a slave to a master who hungers for all things shiny, including the whites of your eyes."
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