The Greatest

*Peregrine* · 09-11-2016, 07:33 PM

When a familiar voice rang out from their edge of her lands, Peregrine was fast asleep. She'd closed her eyes for a moment, only a moment, and then suddenly Tsiry was shaking her awake. "Up, you lump of fur, up! Your wicked friend is back." Peregrine blinked, trying to process her words several times in several different ways before she was coherent enough to make sense of them. Wicked friend? Well, that could mean almost anyone, couldn't it? Peregrine snorted and stood shaking her fur out as she went. "Well, hop on then, let's go see what they've got for us." Tsiry sighed.

It was with plesant surprise that the lemur pointed her towards Karabela. When the woman's familiar pelt became obvious among the trunks of the young trees which surrounded them, Peregrine smiled and picked up the pace, practically prancing onto the scene. "Raba! What a wonderful surprise. When Tsiry said someone wicked beckoned, I should have known she meant you." Tsiry scoffed from her place on Peregrine's back, clearly not happy for having been ratted out. Peregrine ignored her and continued on to say, "To what do I owe the pleasure?" Her voice took on a higher pitched, drawling tone of far too much formality in the hopes that it would wring a laugh out of her friend. She truly was glad to see her, and perhaps (secretly) hoped the other woman would at least stay for a day or two so they could catch up.

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"Tsiry"

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