between you and i }} ambassador from the typhoon

[aesior]

and they saw trouble in my eyes
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack

Sometimes, it was better to let the others do the talking for him. Somewhere along the line, they all had similar ideas and questions. Exhaling as he settled down, listening to Alexandre's words with a curious flick of his tail, green-gray eyes following every motion that they made, tipping his head slightly as if in thought. Clearing his throat, the tom would shake his head as a few late season mosquitoes buzzed about his head, a few young buds of lavender appearing upon his shoulders over the next few minutes. Tail flicking in greeting to each new member that appeared, he let them speak their minds with a few glances in their directions before settling on Alexandre once more. "I apologize to hear about the damage the Typhoon has suffered, Alexandre. Please let us know if we could offer your people any aid.", he would once more attempt to speak to the other, his interest becoming piqued by the words relating to an island.

All that could belie his interest was a change in his gaze, becoming more ... invested in this conversation, "The one thing that our group would be seeking at this time, would be boats. The storm's rage has further opened hidden passages.", he would attempt. Amusement flickered across the gray tabby's face at the mention of an intrusion upon a meeting, reminding him of his own duties within the swamp. What a ... peculiar conundrum for the Typhooner to grapple with, what with their oh-so-blantant dislike for this trip to the swamps.

His ears laid back and tail flicked in discontent as Solsken raised his voice and snapped at Alex, the tom sending the rescued youngster a quick sharp glance before relaxing the stance of his ears, looking back to Alex and nodding. He was rather interested in this island, the one that Alex had spoken of and that Solsken had asked for further clarification upon. He too would like to know what the succubus and co had discovered thus far, mind already a-whirl with thoughts of this mysterious island just south of their home. He would like the boats for travel along their own canals so recently shown by the storm, and now of course, to travel southbound to this island. What would they find out there?

they were quick to recognize the devil in me.
aesior opheles of tanglewood. -- luminary.

credit @/teef