Patlin's whiskers quivered with excitement, and they leaned further over the branch until they were nearly hanging from it. Rebirth is what I do.
The dark-furred one—Ridley—was a necromancer. Patlin deliberated for only an instant.
"I can help with that one," they called down. Their fluffy pink tail flipped casually against the side of the branch. "Up here." They stretched the toes of one dangling paw and wiggled them in a little wave.
"This land"—they rested their chin on the mossy bark—"it's called Argaia. And we've been seeing lots of you newcomers lately!" A bird called nearby and took off in a flash of wings. Patlin shot the three strangers a sly, conspiratorial smile. "Makes you wonder if the gods are up to something."
The dark-furred one—Ridley—was a necromancer. Patlin deliberated for only an instant.
"I can help with that one," they called down. Their fluffy pink tail flipped casually against the side of the branch. "Up here." They stretched the toes of one dangling paw and wiggled them in a little wave.
"This land"—they rested their chin on the mossy bark—"it's called Argaia. And we've been seeing lots of you newcomers lately!" A bird called nearby and took off in a flash of wings. Patlin shot the three strangers a sly, conspiratorial smile. "Makes you wonder if the gods are up to something."