Proper Hospitality

[fairgirlfriday]

When Havelock and Freya neared the grove she's taken for her home in the Nexus, her lion-sized cats come out to greet them--and demand attention from Havelock. Freya's content to leave him to their tender mercies for the moment, taking the chance to build up the fire. "Would you like something to eat?"

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[thedogbotherer]

"I believe I am all right," he says softly, eyeing the large cats warily.

[fairgirlfriday]

She nods, filling a pair of mugs and offering him one. The cats are just being cats. They want pets, and rub up against his legs.

[thedogbotherer]

He hesitantly pets one, not looking particularly happy about doing so.

[fairgirlfriday]

Well, the cat is happy at least...

[greyfireson]

Grey approached Freya's grove cautiously, unsure of his welcome. As always, he had his daughter with him. "Lady?"

[fairgirlfriday]

"Ah, my old friend! Welcome. Come and join us."

[greyfireson]

He smiles. "Thank you. Is this where you stay here?"

[fairgirlfriday]

"Yes, for now at least. Would you like some mead?"

[chill_whispers]

Ever one to peek into places others would keep hidden, a pale woman in a dark dress approaches the grove with quiet footfalls. She follows no path, and her course is oblique, spiraling and zigzagging in toward the grove in what would likely seem an innocuous wander to anyone watching her.

[fairgirlfriday]

She can tell that to the lion-sized cats that present themselves in her path when she nears the grove.

[chill_whispers]

She kneels, bowing her head and holding her open hands palm-up before her, where the cats may sniff or not as they prefer.

[fairgirlfriday]

The cats sniff, then present their heads for petting.