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@noah-cochran

Machicolations!!  

You got it! That’s just right! Which character (s) are you going to put in? The limit is two characters per person at a time (More than that is really hard to manage 🙂 )

If you’re having trouble choosing, pick those that don’t particularly like each other. That’s always way more fun to write XD

I can’t wait to see more of them, and I loved that little squabble between Hugon and Maven, it was really funny XD

@calidris

Yep! That’s correct! Aww, I really love Misu already!

Ferran

Liorah was picking at her tassels. She was uneasy.

Azar wasn’t. She wasn’t listening to me. I had told her to sit but she was trying to jump up against the stranger. I snapped my fingers and ordered her to my side again.

Her feathery tail drooped and she slunk to my side, shooting me a reproachful look. The stranger looked just as disappointed.

I rolled my eyes and flicked my hand in a gesture that meant “go ahead”.

She pounced at the stranger, tail wagging frantically, happily greeting him.

Misu still looked uncomfortable, trying to avoid eye contact. He gave an uneasy smile.

“Oh well.  You’d know if you saw him.  He has a nasty habit of bending re-”  Misu winced.  “Never mind.  It isn’t important.”

He looked beyond nervous. I couldn’t help a twinge of sympathy. Ending up here was never fun, especially when everyone seemed hostile. He seemed to have genuinely good intentions, but something about him made a shiver run down my spine.

Misu extended his hand,

“Truce?”

I smiled half-heartedly and took it. His hands were calloused in the same way Gav and Liorah’s were. Swords, not work.

“It was never a fight,” I said, shortly. I tried to sound reassuring, but the tension merely made me sound blunt.

“I’m sorry you ended up here. We’ll be fine,” I said.

Liorah snorted and tossed her long braid over her shoulder. Her right hand was still resting on her shamshir, uneasily.

“We’ll be fine a lot faster if we’re all honest with each other. What are you?” she asked, getting straight to the problem.

So she had felt it too. Something about Misu was not quite… right. It didn’t feel malevolent, merely foreign.

I shot a look at Liorah. She was scowling, which wasn’t unusual, but she didn’t seem annoyed, merely troubled.