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isawallflower) wrote2020-11-01 10:20 pm
isawallflower) wrote2020-11-01 10:20 pm
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RYSLIG; ic inbox
WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, CHEERYCHERRY. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 019.46.820.17 *** CHEERYCHERRY has joined 019.46.820.17 <CHEERYCHERRY> It's Riley! <CHEERYCHERRY> Please leave a message! <CHEERYCHERRY> Please be someone with their priorities sorted out properly! | ||||
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<QueenRegnant>
⟪ His exact words were a lot closer to "do not bring the lion", but you know. she hears what she wants to hear. ⟫
no more parties. well, no more parties to which i will forcibly drag you. the café seems lovely, though, and you can tell me of your new place while we are there.
<CheeryCherry>
Then that sounds wonderful. Maple's still energized from the events of the day, so it might be good for him to play with other cats too.
[ Cersei...probably shouldn't bring the lion, but honestly? It's Ryslig. That's probably a normal thing for here. ]
Should we meet at your place? Or would it be easier to there?
<QueenRegnant>
let us meet at mine. i have a map that will guide us to the right part of bavan for the café, plus, this gives me time to find tybolt's harness.
i am looking forward to seeing you!
:)
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I'll be over as soon as possible! :)
[ Last month was...weird. It was awkward. It was uncomfortable. But, Riley's putting all that behind her. Water under the bridge. Cersei understands that Riley's not a party person, and now, with the universally negative experience under all of their belts, it seems that's set in stone. She doesn't— she's not holding that whole thing against her.
At least...that's what she's decided.
Cersei is a little too much for her sometimes, but she's nice. She's friendly. Riley doesn't want to jeopardize that, and...and honestly, a cat café sounds like the most relaxing thing in the world.
It doesn't take her too long to get to Salshira House; Maple's a fussy little guy but he settles into his soft carrier well, and Riley— well, Riley quite enjoys the walk. In lieu of knocking, to avoid any...awkward conversations, she simply texts when she's outside, letting Cersei know she's there, and waits on the porch. ]
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Outwardly, very little seems to have changed about her since they last saw one another – no plumage to rival the sort she half-envies Riley for, no sudden undeath, no lizard scales. Her teeth seem unnaturally sharp when she smiles, and her eyes flash like a cat's when she steps from the shadowed porch into the light. Her claws are still gilded, and the leashed lion jumps forward eagerly to greet Riley. Out from under her long hair, which she keeps loosely braided, poke two newly-pointy ears.
For later, Cersei carries a large satchel, the sort that could comfortably host a smallish animal. ⟫
Shall we? I suspect Rafe would not much admire my choice to bring Tybolt.
⟪ No mention at all of the lizard-lion in the room: the way their last outing had played out for each of them. ⟫
I never did go to a café before, is it much like a diner?
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Her eyes dance over Cersei's ears (Riley's very first change, wasn't it, before they'd also sprouted feathers) before she takes in the real absurdity in front of her. It makes her smile, against all odds.
A baby lion in a harness... Now Riley truly has seen it all. In his carrier, Maple cries to be let out. With his newfound enthusiasm, Riley knows that's just asking for trouble. She shushes him quietly. ]
The menus are different? The atmosphere too, I think...but they're both usually tiny places, with a lot of heart.
[ It's water under the bridge, the whole...Iskall incident. That's what Riley will keep telling herself, until it's true. So, she doesn't mention it either. ]
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⟪ She peers in through the holes in Maple's carrier door, her smile sharp-toothed, but at least as genuine as it gets with Cersei.
The path downhill, at least, is friendly than the one going up to Salshira in the first place, and now that the storm has not made a sudden return, the path is cleared as well. There is, of course, not a single pile of snow that Tybolt does not jump into headfirst as far as his lead will allow him, but that just seems par for the course with walking a lion. ⟫
Tell me of your new place, though. I hardly asked before. Do you live on your own?
⟪ There is no concept that strikes her as wilder, an unwed woman living all by herself, and there's a hint of curious admiration there, too, just at the mere possibility. ⟫
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It's only the question that draws Riley back to attention, a question which draws back her pleasant, amiable smile. ]
Just me and Maple, yes. [ On her own, always... At this point, Riley's too used to it to do anything more than yearn for different circumstances. ] It's really nothing special...but it's got its own private kitchen now, instead of a communal one, and I live closer to some people I know now, like Steve! He actually was the one to help me move, considering...
[ Her poor arm... Almost healed, but still, a problem. ]
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⟪ She says it so casually, but that, too, is a habit. The walls have ears where she is from, and eyes, too, and any truth shared with a voice turned to too much of a whisper will surely be followed with twice the attentiveness. So her tone is that of pleasant conversation, even as the subject has been changed, or half-changed. ⟫
You ought to visit more, of course. It won't do to spend so much time by yourself, and meals taste better with company.
⟪ Tybolt, meanwhile, got himself heartily stuck in a badly misjudged pile of snow, and she bends to free him from it – evidently a practiced move. ⟫
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Oh, well... Only if I'm not imposing too much. Wouldn't want to just be another mouth to feed, you know?
[ Especially since feed here has...other connotations. Riley knows she's living on borrowed time in that respect.
...Still, she... ]
But I'd...like that, if everyone was amenable.