THE DISTANT SHORE ♡ typhoon visitors

[Simon F.M.]

AND YOU'VE COME SO FAR, DON'T GIVE UP NOW
YOU GOTTA KEEP GOING, KEEP YOUR WITS ABOUT YOU

She wouldn't speak as the leader approached, seeing as how he was speaking to her fiancee. She would leave the politics to her, for now, unless it was needed she stepped in. She would greet him with a nod and confused smile, head tilting as she flicked an ear. His unnatural fur and black pitt for eyes struck a memory within, one from right after her return. A face she recognized but hadn't grown attached to. "You resided in Elysium many moths ago, didn't you? You knew my Uncle Cooper," she said, a sad expression flickering before she shoved it under a mask of politeness.

As a child approached she tilted her head to look down towards them, a hum leaving her. At their mention of Lovekit, now Lovepaw(or Lovefool if you asked Roxanne), she smiled kindly. "He didn't make the trip with us but, if you'd like me to pass a message, I can? What is your name, Jeune?" she asked, eyes glancing towards Sorbet as they approached. She greeted them with a smile and a nod, attention remaining on Foam until someone she'd hoped never to see approach, one that haunted her memory from before the gap.

As neon pelt came into view, a memory arose, comments past rising in her mind as a snarl flickered onto her maw. It was quickly stifled, replaced by a canine-baring smile. She lowered her head, muzzle beside her lover's ear. "If that's the sorts they keep around, I'm not so sure on an alliance," she murmured. She lifted her head to bore holes into Ceaser, politeness a thick mask over her expression. Did he even remember their encounter, or was she just one of too many aggrivances.

— Reggan