[ It takes about a minute for Azura to lull the tiger into a state of content kittyhood, believe it or not. She hadn't even needed to properly sing to do it, although a gentle hum hadn't gone amiss. Now, she sits with the skirt of her dress fanning around her tucked knees, the tiger's considerable maw lazing across her thigh as she strokes its fur. If you get close, you might hear a distinct vibrating sound.
The tiger is purring.
Belatedly, Azura opens her eyes, seeing her audience for the first time. (Because who wouldn't want to pet a docile tiger?) Her expression is a bit severe, a tepidity that will teeter to cold long before it thaws, but her voice is soft, if not gentle. ]
Would you like to pet him?
♫ C.
I don't care much for this—
[ So Azura thinks, as she struggles to get used to her amulet and its telepathic broadcasting. ]
Did I announce myself?
[ Yeah, she's used to keeping her feelings and opinions safely internalised. Getting used to having to filter her own mind is going to be difficult. Her tone grows slightly prickly. ]
I beseech you, stop listening. [ Yeah, that'll help. ] This is an invasion of privacy. I only need to -
[ Success! There's a loud squawk of telepathic feedback as she disconnects, ripping her amulet off its chain by force. Suck on that!! ]
azura | fire emblem: fsteak
[ It takes about a minute for Azura to lull the tiger into a state of content kittyhood, believe it or not. She hadn't even needed to properly sing to do it, although a gentle hum hadn't gone amiss. Now, she sits with the skirt of her dress fanning around her tucked knees, the tiger's considerable maw lazing across her thigh as she strokes its fur. If you get close, you might hear a distinct vibrating sound.
The tiger is purring.
Belatedly, Azura opens her eyes, seeing her audience for the first time. (Because who wouldn't want to pet a docile tiger?) Her expression is a bit severe, a tepidity that will teeter to cold long before it thaws, but her voice is soft, if not gentle. ]
Would you like to pet him?
♫ C.
I don't care much for this—
[ So Azura thinks, as she struggles to get used to her amulet and its telepathic broadcasting. ]
Did I announce myself?
[ Yeah, she's used to keeping her feelings and opinions safely internalised. Getting used to having to filter her own mind is going to be difficult. Her tone grows slightly prickly. ]
I beseech you, stop listening. [ Yeah, that'll help. ] This is an invasion of privacy. I only need to -
[ Success! There's a loud squawk of telepathic feedback as she disconnects, ripping her amulet off its chain by force. Suck on that!! ]