Cheesy Bread

Her eyes brightened. Oooooo she could use her quills for music stuff. "Mebbe I can make something outta them," she mused aloud, ruffling through them with one dextrous, clawed paw until she could snatch out a loose one. It stung a bit, but she presented it to Deus proudly. "See, they come out if I want 'em to! An' if some'un smacks me on the head they get stuck in them sometimes. Here you can have it, I've got lots!" She giggled, shaking her head vigorously so the quills clattered in her mohawk.

He asked where she was from, pointing out that they needed to be able to get together a lot to be able to practice. Oh... that was a good point. What if he was from way on the other side of the world??? "I live in Valhalla, in the Ver'cona Plains and Drood Moor," she told him, catching at her lip in her teeth in concern. Did he know where those were?