[open] It's a long way to the grave; any

[Mazikeen]

m a z i k e e n . Mazikeen is relieved to hear she’s not going to need to come up with any on-the-spot jobs for this panther should he wish to stay. How many times can she suggest patrolling the borders, especially with the entity that alerts the members of this kingdom to intruders? That had worked with Gale but not with Selaphiel. She hadn’t even bothered to even feign relations with the other lands across Beqanna - not with who she was hosting here. Better to keep Hyaline isolated. Which again brings up the question of why she is welcoming yet another into their midst. Ion, as he introduces himself. Not one beaming with smiles, but he hasn’t been cruel and that is close enough to friendly that it is not hard for her to find a smile for him. “Then you are very welcome here, Ion.” She’s suddenly unsure of what to do now. Leave him to explore? Offer to lead him on a tour? It was pretty basic - there’s the mountains, there’s the lake. He probably figured out enough already on his own just getting in here. It’s a welcome distraction, this little problem, and soon enough she just starts talking again. “We don’t have many rules - just don’t harass the others that live here. Most keep to themselves.” She hesitates, unsure how to phrase the warning she knows she should give him. Whatever promises she’s been made, whatever deals she’s curled herself into, there is still a danger. And Mazikeen will not forgive herself if she could have said something that could prevent harm. “And I recommend limiting your interactions with a perlino stallion, or whatever form he might take.” She clears her throat then, skimming the surface of her thoughts trying to find something else. “Can you shift into anything other than a panther?” And then a return of her smile, a little sheepish this time. “It doesn’t matter, I’m just curious.”

 

@Ion