[ Action | Closed ] the less we know, the better we feel

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Who: Cassian Lynch and Tannusen
Where: Everglade - Cassian's Subarchway
What: Tannusen visits of his own accord, FOR ONCE.
When: Daytime, because Cass is a weirdo who sleeps at night.
Warnings: Nahh.

Tannusen shut Jethro down before heading into the subarchway and pushed the bike through beside him, rolling it on up to the familiar house. He hadn't been here since he'd been... split into two, and had murdered himself inside the building. So, for a moment, he just kind of... eyed the place dubiously.

He couldn't even be sure the priest was here. Didn't he have a shop he ran?

Ah well, no harm in knocking, then, was there? He dropped Jethro's kickstand on the first bit of ground that seemed likely to hold the seven hundred pound bike up, and went to knock on Cassian's door. Not very loudly, sure, but it was a knock!

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Jethro feels like a living thing, too, warm under smooth scales. He lifts his head and whuffs Cassian's hair, just like a friendly horse might.

"A year and a day of personally guarding the whole village, including killing that manticore. Securing them a new steel supply, and coercing the local nobles into leaving the village alone as an independent territory. Also, every penny I could scrape up, a great deal of dross, and a minor Oath sworn to the Mayor. You don't see a chimera like Jethro very often, not even among the sidhe's high courts."

Neither the tiger nor the kirin seem to mind Cassian being so distracted. Tannusen, in fact, has quite the fond expression sneaking onto his face as time goes by. Two of his favorite people are getting along, why wouldn't he be happy about that?

"Jethro may very well be the only forged kirin in existence, though I'm sure there's some natural ones in the Dreaming. Do you have kirin on your world?"