RAY
In ancient times
cats were worshipped as gods
cats were worshipped as gods
Relief and disappointment face off as Ray watches the last of the pumpkins fall. Smashing them was incredibly satisfying, a bit fun too. But the Attuned is exhausted. How so many gourds had even gotten this far into the city is baffling. But at least it's over. And Raza is absolutely right about the necessity of a drink, both kinds.
Its with a chuckle and a wipe of her brow that Ray returns to her human form. She glances at Raza and gives a wide grin. "Absolutely. You have any good bourbon on the shelf right now? Because after all of that, I need to treat myself." With a small grin she, she nods towards the glass still on the ground. "Thank you by the way." She too had a menagerie of bruises and scrapes. But thanks to Raza there wasn't any glass in her feet or hands.
[It's all good! <3 ]
Its with a chuckle and a wipe of her brow that Ray returns to her human form. She glances at Raza and gives a wide grin. "Absolutely. You have any good bourbon on the shelf right now? Because after all of that, I need to treat myself." With a small grin she, she nods towards the glass still on the ground. "Thank you by the way." She too had a menagerie of bruises and scrapes. But thanks to Raza there wasn't any glass in her feet or hands.
[It's all good! <3 ]
They have not
forgotten this
forgotten this
