She'd been making her way through the dense forestry of Brisshal, hovering somewhere near the political border of West and East, when she spotted movement in the dawning sky. Kyupin pauses, head tilted up and lips parted. The small gaps in the canopy afford only a slight glimpse of the shooting star piercing through the dim pink sky towards the unknown. Not the unknown, she corrects herself. Somewhere in… near here, actually. She remembered learning about the shooting stars, how they heralded the arrival of every new player. I hope that one lands somewhere safe.
She continues, senses stretching out around her for that telltale comfort of Vulcan. But instead of feeling the tug of her animal companion, her senses are drawn to a figure. A cat beastfolk. Perched there, in another break of the trees, where creeping roots gave way to a smooth patch of grass. The new arrival, or just sneaky? Given by the underwhelming attire... New player, probably. She slows to a stop in the shadow of a tree, birdsong in the nearby trees barely masking the crack of a branch underfoot.
Her toes wiggle as she remembers those first precious moments after logging in. While she doesn't go out of her way to mask her presence—isn't nearly as good at it as many of her stealthier friends were—she does keep her distance, careful not to intrude just yet. Giving the catfolk a chance to experience the new world for themselves.
But after they gathered their bearings, then maybe… maybe she could do for them what Gwyn had done for her all those years ago.
@Fina Drago
She continues, senses stretching out around her for that telltale comfort of Vulcan. But instead of feeling the tug of her animal companion, her senses are drawn to a figure. A cat beastfolk. Perched there, in another break of the trees, where creeping roots gave way to a smooth patch of grass. The new arrival, or just sneaky? Given by the underwhelming attire... New player, probably. She slows to a stop in the shadow of a tree, birdsong in the nearby trees barely masking the crack of a branch underfoot.
Her toes wiggle as she remembers those first precious moments after logging in. While she doesn't go out of her way to mask her presence—isn't nearly as good at it as many of her stealthier friends were—she does keep her distance, careful not to intrude just yet. Giving the catfolk a chance to experience the new world for themselves.
But after they gathered their bearings, then maybe… maybe she could do for them what Gwyn had done for her all those years ago.
@Fina Drago