November nodded, his eyes still trained on Gira in the back drop.
Why hadn’t Arlaekh tried to talk to him yet was beyond the
Articuno. “I’ll be right back.” He murmured to Bri and the group,
before heading off to go converse with Gira. His clicking talons on
the floor spoke well of his presence, better than words could.
Meka giggled. She got that a lot. Though she was physically in her
thirties, she was mentally a child even though she'd been around
for thousands of years. She also was shorter than average, only
comeing up to about the size of an average 15 year old.
Spiri covered her face with her wing and forced her fur flat,
hoping no one had seen that. "Okay." She mumbled in response
“I’m fine Shade. Just things that’s all. I just came back from a
training trip.” He straightened his hat and focused on Farore. He
was just a little tired from travelling
Farore shifted in his sleep, looking incredibly adorable. It let
out a squawk.
Spiri tore her gaze away from Flick and watched November go. She
wondered if she should try to talk to him, he hadn't spoken to her
yet. She shyly decided not to, staring down at her feet.
Fyssi had fallen asleep in her chair. She looked rather exhausted,
snoring a bit, not that it could be heard over the music.
Spiri awkwardly left Meka to find somewhere to sit, trying not to
stare at the articuno. She focused on preening her feathers as she
half-listened to the noise
November simply allowed for the silence to stretch on before he
prompted in a flattened voice. "Do you still miss them?" His wings
ruffled as he tucked them in. A sign of passivity.
Flick passed out as the catnip wore off. Meka was invisibly flying
around. She listened in on Gira and November's conversation while
they didn't notice her.
Spiri looked at Melty and Bri and wondered if she should try to
socialize a bit more and stop being an anxious idiot.