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May 28, 2007 01:45

The figure striding across the lawn isn’t tall, save by the standards of her own species, but she (less than obviously she, to outsider’s eyes, but she nonetheless) does cut a fine dramatic presence, her red silk breeches ruffled by the wind, her long mane blowing, gold and bronze tassled belt swinging with her stride. The many gold rings in her left ear click against each other, ever so slightly. She is all flowing red and gold, this lady, not precisely feline, but definitely of an order somewhat similar, and her eyes are steady, appraising.

She stops, sets her hands on her hips, and watches the mansion with a skepticism so vast it could fill oceans, or at the very least the open lawn. “Huh,” she says, ears flicking slightly, “Huh.” And turns that steady, sharp gaze across her surroundings, taking everything in.

When she catches a look, though, her ears lift upward - friendly, calm, they telegraph - and she smiles as her people do, no teeth showing, mouth pursed pleasantly. “Pyanfar Chanur,” she says, by way of introduction, “Captain of The Pride of Chanur - ”

“What in a mahen hell am I doing,” she adds, tone still mostly friendly, but pitched lower, spoken at a faster clip, annoyed to herself and at herself, “There’s no shared language, no translator bygods - ”

Pyanfar is from C.J. Cherryh's Chanur series. Couldn't resist.

weena, pyanfar, karla, idril, sam spade, armand, morvydd, jik, freyr, introduction

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