04-24-2021, 01:50 AM
The brief fear in Muse's eyes was not lost on Morag Tong, although he did find himself vaguely confused by it. What did the other have to fear? Was this someone related to one of his past assassination targets? It didn't seem likely, considering he did a large amount of research into his old targets before taking care of them. For now, though, the tiger just made a mental note to keep an eye on Muse. He did so with most newcomers anyways, so it didn't seem like all that big of a deal.
Taking in a deep breath, Morag allowed himself to settle slightly before he spoke once more, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Muse. Welcome to the tribe. I definitely recommend one of Kainan's tours, by the way. He has a certain way with words that makes the entire territory seem rather magical." The male shot a small amused grin in Kainan's direction as he spoke, tail flicking behind him. He could still remember when he had first joined the tribe, following after Kainan and asking so many potential security questions that the spirit watcher had nearly grown light-headed.
Taking in a deep breath, Morag allowed himself to settle slightly before he spoke once more, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Muse. Welcome to the tribe. I definitely recommend one of Kainan's tours, by the way. He has a certain way with words that makes the entire territory seem rather magical." The male shot a small amused grin in Kainan's direction as he spoke, tail flicking behind him. He could still remember when he had first joined the tribe, following after Kainan and asking so many potential security questions that the spirit watcher had nearly grown light-headed.
I'M SICK OF THIS TOWN, I'VE BEEN STICKING AROUND FOR TOO LONG. I GOTTA LEAVE! IN THE MORNINGS I WAKE UP AND I CAN'T GET HAPPY. AND WHEN THE NIGHT FALLS — I CAN'T EVEN BREATHE!
morag tong, the colorful fool — spiritualist of the tribe of the molten spirits — tiger — tags
morag tong, the colorful fool — spiritualist of the tribe of the molten spirits — tiger — tags