Stranger In The Night

[Kitty Love]

Slow, silent steps brought the little Amuni through the streets of this new town, how different it was from her home. Oh how she longed to return to Egypt, that was her home, not this ... this ... scruffy excuse of a habitat. She jumped slightly in surprise at her own thoughts, shaking her head and mentally scolding herself for such things, it was rather unbecoming wasn't it? She just needed time to adjust and get used to a new environment. Yes, yes that was it. She had come here by her own will, so she would have to give it a try.

She couldn't quell a soft, sad sigh as she stepped out into the square, she was homesick, and lonely, and it didn't sit well with her. visionaries caught a glimpse of the fountain and she made her way to it, hopping gracefully onto it's ledge and perching there, scanning the area for a friendly face. Her attention, however, soon drifted to the waters of the fountain, which soothed her mildly. She lifted a delicate paw and placed just a toe beneath the surface, watching the ripples dance over the surface.

[ferabird]

What more fitting place was there for an amuni of the baptism type to be than there, taking her time to clear her mind in the presence of the clear fountain? The constant mild roar of the falling water was something that soothed the bishop, calming her nerves and easing the thought of those confessions recently offered her. Like any of her rank, the chiroptae was something of a moderator for any sort of amuni grouping. When a bit of authority was needed and the trespass not enough to merit the attention of a pope or cardinal, it often fell to the little bat to hear out those involved, meting out the proper acts needed to redeem those that offered her their burdens.

It was very possible she'd gone unseen as the poor foreign feline peered about. She hadn't taken notice of the girl herself, really- too intent upon the mild meditation to heed the soft setting of paws. That heartbroken sigh however flitted across her great dished ears, and soon her eyesof peacable blue slit open. Oddly opposite-colored wings unfolded from where they'd wrapped about her body as she dangled (of ocurse she was dangling, she was a bat!). Lost amongst the old carvings inset on one great bowl of the fountain, it was likely the poor dear wouldn't have seen her until the stretch of wings out to either side was made.

Her reflection would betray her, even with the mild rippling of the water.

"Sister, why are you so sad?" offered the baptism sympathetically, tone lilted in that way that so assured those who knew her. "Confess to me- and perhaps I can assist you."

[Kitty Love]

She had, indeed, missed the presence of the chiroptae, she hadn't really thought to peer above the ground level really, which could have been quite the costly mistake had the unseen visitor been malicious in any way, but luckily for the home sick Covenant type, she had come across a friend and not a foe.

However, this friend gave her quite a start. She had picked up on the soft rustle of wings, rounded auditories swiveling in on the source, but she had yet to gaze upon her form when she began to speak, causing her to hop back a bit from the fountain and puff up her fur, giving her quite the comical appearance, it also widened the delicate swirl markings that ran along her spine. However, when she saw the owner of the voice she relaxed, having a very strong, if not a little blind, trust in all Amuni.

Another sigh, this one of relief, passed through her maw as silver visionaries steadied themselves upon her form. She spoke slowly as to get her English right, she didn't use it much in Egypt, but her voice still held quite a thick accent. I'm just ... homesick ... and wondering why I agreed to come here with that... filth. She was still a bit sore with that demon although all her bruises and slight wounds had healed by now.

[ferabird]

"Filth?" answered the chiroptae, her tone inquisitive. She'd not yet forsake her perch unless the feline looked further in need of comfort, but hopefully her presence alone would be enough, nevermind the conversation! Even if it was a bit slow-paced in the name of translation, it was contact with another of Amunuku's beloved creations.

"You mean the euclide, don't you? Do not dwell on it as a personal mistake. As is often the case- I doubt you were given the choice to disagree. Now you are here- and all you can do is make the best of it. Do you have somewhere safe to stay?" Well then- right on tobusiness, wasn't she? Poh'sib was something of an industrious femme, and always looking to get something really and truly accomplished.

[ferabird]

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