Post by cait alfric on Aug 17, 2019 20:57:55 GMT
cait yawned noisily, her vision bleary and her mind not entirely comprehending the goings on outside their door. she had only just risen from a nap, the noise that originated from the battlefield resulting in her appearance.
"what's goin' on," she slurred.
she glanced at her companion, not-celebi's beautiful and synthetic mustache slightly askew. cait corrected it gently before shifting her gaze elsewhere, the woman stepping past Kyle Lopez and free of their magnificent hall's immediate area in favor of investigating the hullabaloo.
'let's just hope we're not on the cusp of being invaded.'
it was a moment like this one where she wished for a reliable set of binoculars. instead she was forced to squint, her gaze flitting to and fro.
"i think we're being attacked by one of the local whore houses," she murmured. "either the blues or the reds. what do you think, not-celebi?"
her companion gave a non-committal response, though their eyes narrowed slightly in concentration as they focused on the flight-worthy troops that quarreled high above their heads.
"i could send decidueye up there," cait said, considering her options.