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[mapmakerchur]

There is a lion-like (yet tailless and maned) woman sitting at a table, watching people go by and drinking something out of a small black metal cup. She seems friendly enough, and doesn't seem occupied by dinner or reading - perhaps she'd be open to conversation?

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[dust_to_order]

Sooraya's passing by, and is always open for conversation.

"Good evening," she ventures, smiling politely. No teeth; she'd been cautioned about that.

[mapmakerchur]

Chur smiles back, a pursed-lips grin that doesn't show teeth either. "H'lo," she responds cheerfully, setting the little cup aside.

[dust_to_order]

Sooraya relaxes a little at the cheerfulness. "I'm Sooraya Qadir, of Earth," she introduces herself, extending a hand. She's almost bubbling-over curious, but determined to not ask annoying questions yet.

[mapmakerchur]

Chur touches Sooraya's hand gently, then moves it back before it can be squeezed. "Chur Anify par Chanur, of Anuurn. A few weeks away from Earth."

[iambetadraconis]

Sorry he just can't help staring.

Lion people. Now he's seen everything so far.

Maybe she's a magical creature like a centaur?

Because you don't ask lion people if it's a magical mishap.

[mapmakerchur]

Chur notices Rabastan's stare and turns to look at him, ears back a little. She can stare too!

[iambetadraconis]

And it's unnerving too.

He looks away.

One: It's a lion. Person. Creature.

Two: The animal in him can't maintain eye-to-eye contact for too long.

Three: It's a lion. Person. Creature.

[mapmakerchur]

Chur hisses a soft laugh, flicking her ears forward in amusement.