if you had been the moon / joining

[align=center][div style="width: 450px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -8px; padding-right: 8px; font-family: timesnewroman;"][size=8pt]Sylvina didn't mind the obnoxious ring that the bell gave off - on the contrary, she learned to grow accustomed to it. Afterall, it signified someone at the border and there was nothing the minnow enjoyed more than having a bit of entertainment to lighten up her day. There were many reasons why someone might seek the attention of the Typhoon, however she preferred the interactions where matters were tense and between politics with other groups .. the Bengal was most definitely her father's daughter in that aspect. Newcomers seeking refuge or looking to join the ranks could also bring enthusiasm to her mind; there were some interesting creatures out there.

The kitten would pad forward to pause in front of the gate as olive hues began to instinctively investigate the foreign male. He seemed a bit frustrated - uncomfortable maybe? Thankfully he didn't seem within the manner of being a threat. Besides, if he had a negative intent Sylvina would probably perish by now. She wasn't exactly the most intimidating opponent being all but five pounds. "Hey." The ebony pelted feline would simply greet with an impassive expression. She'd leave the questioning up to her more experienced and older crewmates.