Ailmar Dawnstone
Corazona von Ascania
Jonyna Si
Lossa Aureus
Makko Vyres
Rayia’s ears perked attentively as Corazona explained that it was only recently that the citizens of Ukatia came to interact with outsiders.
‘Isn’t that a familiar story? Heck, if we hadn’t crashed on Weik, there wouldn’t be any Felacatians there today,’ Rayia thought to herself. Another reason why Axilia reminded herself so much of Vossport.
Rayia still remembered what it felt like when she had fled her tribe in the middle of the night, only to wash up on the shore of some foreign port city. The way the water had chilled her to the bone, leaching warmth from her till her skin was cold and clammy. Or the way that the sand had stuck to her, encrusting her skin and fur. She had been very lucky that when she had stumbled into town a grumpy old blacksmith had helped her without too many questions.
Her eyes briefly drifted over towards Jonyna. ‘
Twice and infinitely lucky,’ she thought, a small grin flickering to life as Jonyna and Ailmar continued their little posturing game. “
For the most part, everything has been wonderful,” Rayia said thanking Cora for trying to welcome them. That was much more important than the occasional discomforting stares that Rayia was choosing to ignore.
Rayia’s tail bristled and she felt vibrations indicating that someone was approaching them. Twisting around, she tilted her head when she met a familiar face. “
Oh, hello. Makko,” she said. But her gaze stopped when she saw the look that Cora shot Makko.
People revealed much more than they thought in body language when one could literally read the vibration in those movements. That and Rayia’s experience at having seen exchanges between Jonyna and Taam, meant she recognized it as a special line of communication. ‘
Oh, it’s like that?’ She thought, the corners of her mouth curling upwards and her smile filling with more fangs than should be possible. Rayia’s grin would have been frightening, though maybe it still was, but for the mischievous gleam in her golden, feline eyes.
“
It’s a good thing you’re finally here, Makko. Cora has been telling us all about how she missed you at the festival.” Rayia purred loudly, before switching to a whisper intended only for Cora. “
So that’s your type, hmm?” she asked.