STANDING ON THE EDGE, FACE UP // Joining

Sweet dreams are made of this,
Who am I, to disagree?

The noise of foliage moving made the serval turn her head, earrings clinking against each other. Emerald eyes watched the smaller grey feline as he walked, and for a second she expected spoken words. But when his voice reached her head, her eyes widened. Awe shimmered before she straightened herself. Her smile was a small one, tail flicking behind her. "Where I'm from, I'm renowned for being a diplomatic person - I can help alleviate tensions between groups. Perhaps even spy on them if you want. I'm handy with herbs and finding them, making them into things that heal, and things that hurt. Poisons and such the like."

Sniffing the air and, upon finding that her own scent wasn't being reviewed with disgust and that his scent was somewhat similar, only with no illness, she grinned. "Well, I'm Red. It's a pleasure to meet you, Aesior."

— Reggan