07-20-2020, 11:28 PM
Georgia watched in mild amusement at Harrison's reaction to Ament. God - was that how she had looked? Hackles raised, fur on end, a subconscious "Y'all are seeing this too, right?" in the depths of his eyes. She snorted; it was always easier to enjoy someone else's terror over her own.
As people started gathering, Gia decided to take a seat, wondering if she'd be here long. If you asked the questions, did you have to stay until it was answered? That seemed polite...and boring. Georgia sighed and rocked backwards on her haunches, fur digging into the sand to collect where it was most unwanted. She seemed to know most people here, with the exception of Aphra. That was fine; she'd meet them all some day when they stopped crawling out of the depths of the island. She paused for a moment, sea green gaze lingering on Michael and Silas as they asked if he was injured. Georgia's confusion surfaced visibly: he very obviously wasn't injured; why were they asking?
When Harrison spoke she begrudgingly turned towards him again, taking note that he looked a little less like he was about to shit himself and a little more like a cat capable of handling himself. "Damn, that's a mouthful," She responded bluntly. "And Wickliff sounds kind of weird. But yeah, you're in, unless anybody else here has something they'd like to say about it." The girl shrugged, stood up, and headed towards the trees with a flick of her tail. "I'm Georgia, if that's ever useful information to you." She tossed over her shoulder.
As people started gathering, Gia decided to take a seat, wondering if she'd be here long. If you asked the questions, did you have to stay until it was answered? That seemed polite...and boring. Georgia sighed and rocked backwards on her haunches, fur digging into the sand to collect where it was most unwanted. She seemed to know most people here, with the exception of Aphra. That was fine; she'd meet them all some day when they stopped crawling out of the depths of the island. She paused for a moment, sea green gaze lingering on Michael and Silas as they asked if he was injured. Georgia's confusion surfaced visibly: he very obviously wasn't injured; why were they asking?
When Harrison spoke she begrudgingly turned towards him again, taking note that he looked a little less like he was about to shit himself and a little more like a cat capable of handling himself. "Damn, that's a mouthful," She responded bluntly. "And Wickliff sounds kind of weird. But yeah, you're in, unless anybody else here has something they'd like to say about it." The girl shrugged, stood up, and headed towards the trees with a flick of her tail. "I'm Georgia, if that's ever useful information to you." She tossed over her shoulder.