I BET MY LIFE — visitor

SINGING IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT

EBRA MOONSPINNER — MALE — THEY/THEM — HARD

So it was the Typhoon then, and a no-go.  If Ebra was disappointed, it barely showed.  They were patient, and one minor set-back was never enough to push them down.  They smiled kindly, bowing their head in gratitude towards Lilypoise, before flicking an ear, almost absently, at Ceasar.  "Thank you, but I don't want to be a bother," they replied.  It was clear, the sand cat had no intention of staying anywhere, until they had found their missing sister.

A question of neighbors popped up in their head, just before another joined the group.  Ebra felt the fur on the back of their neck rise, and for a brief second, they found themselves having to fight back Anubis' sudden fury.  For an instant, blue was red, before settling to blue again.  Calm down. "No thanks, I don't walk with depurs," while they did their best to keep a polite tone, the disdain shown sharply. Under normal circumstances, Ebra would have been perfectly capable of faking it, but it was clear to them that Anubis had a personal vendetta against this one.  Not surprisingly, when Ebra thought about it.

"Thank you again, ma'am," they quickly murmured, inclining their head towards both Argus and Lilypoise with not a glance towards the serval or panther.  They had a name, and a direction now.  Good enough for them. Mission nearly accomplished, the Demdji turned away, tail flicking.  Tena would need to hear about this.

#psychosocial.