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[ourladyofdeceit]

When Georgiana exits her car (with an extendable leash in one hand and her coat hanging open), she's doing so extremely carefully - a harness and creative seat-belting keeps Hellion more or less securely in the backseat, but it won't stop her from taking a shot at getting out the front if she thinks it's feasible. Front doors shut, leash in hand,

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[magicalskeptic]

Given the day, Morgana is on her way to the Agora to leave her patron his weekly gift (having been left to her own devices, Morgana's managed to make simple, but time consuming sugared almonds). She clutches the edges of her hood, as if it's a suitable defense against the cold air.

She can't help but look at the car. No matter how long she lives outside of Camelot, all forms of transportation that do not have hooves, are baffling.

Even more baffling is the odd-looking cat on a leash. She cannot imagine Veda tolerating such a thing.

To make sure she will not be considered rude for staring, Morgana releases her hood, so that her face can be properly seen, and nods her head. "Good day."

[ourladyofdeceit]

"That remains to be seen," Georgiana drawls, English-accented and on the low side for a woman. She's fastening her coat's belt with one hand as she walks, all in black except for the red boots that result in a height of - truly - 6'8", altogether resulting in the image of a slightly eccentric giant.

Hellion appears profoundly indifferent to the stranger, tail flicking as she goes boldly where no Savannah cat has gone before (probably); there's a certain amount of wandering aimlessly across the footpath, but for the most part she's moving in the right direction, with moments that seem almost as if an exchange passes between cat and mistress.

[magicalskeptic]

Morgana, anything but tall by anyone's standards, is a little taken aback at the woman's height. So tall, that she takes no note of the boots adding the extra height. About a foot and a half shorter than the other woman, at the moment, Morgana, as she steps just a little closer, has an absurd thought that a long conversation with this woman might result in a sore neck.

"I should wish for not other type of day." As odd as the sight of this woman and her cat, Morgana's manners remain impeccable. "That is a beautiful animal you have."

[ourladyofdeceit]

Georgiana's expression betrays a certain healthy skepticism of that kind of polite good-will, but she doesn't pursue it, glancing at Hellion with the faintest hint of a genuine smile. She's arguably not fond of much else other than that beautiful animal.

"She's a Savannah," she says, off-handedly. "With any luck I won't have to buy property just to find somewhere here that'll let me bring her."

[theresaplan]

"Is the leash to keep the him safe, or the rest of us?" Tess asked, amused but partly genuine. She is a young woman who is scared of very little, and intriguing by quite a few thing, which is not the healthiest cross of her parents' temperaments. That said, poking trouble with a stick is different than keeping her eyes open, and this seems a situation that's not out of her league.

[ourladyofdeceit]

At Georgiana's height, she's obliged to glance down at most people, but there's a difference between glancing down and looking down, and the fleeting look that answers Tess is closer to the latter.

"It's a leash, my dear, what do you think it's for?" Cats can, on rare occasion, be trained to walk on a leash; they cannot be safely taken for a walk without one, because they're little bastards that like to go their own way and sod you.

...she's not the most immediately friendly woman in the world.

[theresaplan]

Tess neither goes defiant nor looks dented by the tone: proverbial water off the duck's back. "You never know, in the nexus, do you? It could have three rows of extra teeth and a taste for ankles, for all I know."

"Pretty, though," she adds, thoughtfully.

[ourladyofdeceit]

"If she had three rows of extra teeth and a taste for ankles, and I was using this leash-" Georgiana gave it a little tug, and it extended and retracted easily, letting Hellion roam more or less at will as long as she stayed within its limits, "-I'd take a large step backwards, if I were you."