Mary, Mary, quite contrary

*Peregrine* · 08-21-2016, 05:56 PM

Peregrine had had a grand time lazing about in the river so far, a gentle respite after a morning's worth of laying down borders. She felt proud of herself, and eager to reach that next horizon. Already she was eyeing the neighboring lands, testing their worth, eager to take them as her own. Well, she ought to gather a few more to her cause first, she supposed. It was because of that thinking that she responded with such enthusiasm when she heard a call on her borders. It seemed to hold a familiar tenor though she could not place it precisely. Peregrine left the banks and began making her way towards the border, Tsiry following along from within the canopy. She had practically convinced herself that she was imagining things when Tsiry called down from the trees, "I believe it's the spotted fellow you met after dragging yourself up the fjord, if I'm not mistaken. The one with the fox thing." Peregrine tipped back her head and chuckled, hoping that the lemur was correct, though she doubted the 'fox thing' would be happy to hear itself referred to as such.

When Oleander came into sight Peregrine graced him with a small smile and sat with a flourish. She struggled to remember the name of the smaller canine (Cesar? Cider? Something along those lines?) so she avoided introductions altogether. "Well, what a surprise! You attended my fight with Rivaxorus, didn't you? I remember our first meeting too. What brings you here?" She hadn't had much time to get a feel for the man. He seemed a quiet sort, with a gentle heart, or at least that was all she'd seen so far. Tsiry didn't seem bothered by him and that was at least a start.

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