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[drowlynx]

*Outside his church in the rain, the drow hybrid is apparently busy: water sluices over his shining white hair, plastering it flat to his head. The sharp points of his ears seem all the more prominent in contrast. He is crouched over a fallen piece of carved masonry, and in his clawed hand is a long kris knife, which he seems to be whetting*

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[vicioussweetie]

There's a splish-splashing growing steadily closer: an Ali wading through the growing puddles.

[drowlynx]

*One tufted ear flicks. He'd heard her coming a long wway distant - cat senses are handy like that - but he doesn't stop his work with the knife as he calls out with a grin*

Who's that comes clip-clopping along my bridge?

[vicioussweetie]

"That depends on what you want to call me today," comes her reply.

[drowlynx]

Hello, Scherazade. *his delicate little cat-fangs flash as he looks up and the grin widens*

Have you come to tell me a story?

[vicioussweetie]