just a hot shot | getting comfortable

[bonnie]

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Of course the feline whom stepped out from the home was larger than herself. Seemed that most everyone was, except for Mezrith. Though Bonnie knew from experience that size didn't denote danger. Though judging by the skulls of creatures about Elsweyrs home it would be foolish to not call the woman a danger.
Nevertheless she was a Pittian, just like Bonnie. One with a strange way of speaking. The wolf wondered if it was a mental thing, culture? Bonnie wondered if it'd be rude to ask, and with that thought she likely never would. She greeted the lionness in kind "Hello, I'm Bonnie." then nodding along with Mezrith at the idea of trying crocodile meat. What a delicacy. She couldn't imagine taking one down for herself.
It was then that Jorgumand appeared, clearly in a bad mood. Bonnie didn't say anything to him, but gave him a bow of her head in acknowledgement. She liked Jorgumand. How he'd given her a way out in the situation with Blackjack. The very act put him in her good book. Thus seeing him upset, though likely not uncommon, still made the people-pleaser in Bonnie want to help out. She just wasn't stupid, or courageous enough to actually try.