THE CROWN DOESN'T CHANGE ME — open, gift basket

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    there was something terribly lovely and exotic about the femme. it wasn't her residence in palisadeclan - borders and cultures separated them, but deep down they were all the same. no, it was the almost overpowering glee that followed lacey as she sauntered on toward the border, hips swaying and lips tilted toward the setting sun in a smile. she was just about always happy, only ever down when those around her were. and even then, she did her best to make them smile. she was a romantic, an artist, and she saw no beauty in a frown.


    she clasped a large wicker basket between her jaws, a pretty pink bow tied at the top. though the feline was tall and lean, the basket had to be nearly her own size, and carrying it was a feat in itself. alas, lacey set it down and sat beside it, a lovely smile painted upon lovely features, waiting oh-so patiently.

    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;color:white;]Chastiefol had thought the exact same thing upon first locking tired eyes on the unfamiliar female. She seemed to have some sort of odd spring to her step as she moved and genuinely looked happy with things in general. What he would have given to possess such happiness himself. His mind flickered to those that he had once known, a lot of them being extraordinarily cheery individuals themselves. Of course, they were all gone and he could do next to nothing to try and get them back into his life. However, there were beings like this particular stranger who held such a warmth about them that he felt that it was disrespectful to feel sparks of jealousy in their presence. Was that not mortal kind's biggest downfall anyway? Being jealous of the achievements, successes and behaviour of everyone around them. He flicked his ear, forcefully brushing the thoughts away. After all, he was supposed to be the sin of sloth, which was clearly exhibited through the way that he floated over, lounging around on the large, levitating green leopard print pillow. The young dark russian blue feline had no time to be feeling envious when he had bigger issues surrounding him at the moment. It was almost stupid of him to think of such things.


    "Konnichiwa" the feline hummed, pale powdered blue gaze fixed, half-lidded, on the stranger stood on their borders. He came to a stop a socially acceptable distance away from the palisadeclanner, not bothering to pulling himself up into a straighter position as he clung to the fabric with his forepaws wrapped around the material. He had not been a member of Sunclan for that long so far however, he knew enough about clan customs from his time in Windclan to know what it do in such situations. He could be nice to her, he guessed. It was not like he would expect to see her again unless he decided, upon finally, eventually leaving Sunclan, to go and join whatever clan she had made her way here from. He somehow doubted that though although there was always the chance that their paths could cross over other than this single situation.


    "I am Chastiefol, it's nice to meet you. Could I get your name and I'm going to assume that you're here to deliver that" the youth stated, swishing his paw in the direction of the large basket that the unfamiliar feline had arrived with, the gesture accompanying his words. His pale gaze drifted over to the basket and away from the palisadeclanner as he took in the features of the apparent gift. The bow was something that he had noticed almost immediately. Not something that he would usually go for but it was not that bad. He looked back to her with a swish of his tail. It was nice to see clans interacting with each other in such a manner.


    [ konnichiwa = hello ]

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    not in the words — theo — sunclan/skyclan — he/his/him — tags

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    the pup would trot up next to chastiefol with a warm smile brightening his features. it was always nice to have visitors or potential joiners on the border. unfortunately, theo didn't think the feline was here to join if the basket they cared said anything. maybe they were but normally joiners didn't bring something so carefully wrapped with them to their new home. not that he was complaining. he had a chance to make a new friend and gifts were always nice! maybe he should hoseok to run some gifts out too. easter was coming and everyone liked sweets.


    "hello!" yips out the samoyed with a wag of his curly tail. seeing how chastiefol had already taken care of the major questions. name and business really, but he could still make sure that their visitor was faring well. "i'm theo! was your trip out here alright? do you need some food or water? i'm sure it'd be alright if you hung around a bit to rest up before you leave. it can tired to walk for so long, especially if you have to carry something!"

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    Gifts, then ? It's nice to hear that Sunclan has allies now, even if he hadn't heard of the new alliances. Well, not that it matters, just so long they have some at all.
    "Assuming that they're for us, thank you." Karma offers in careful tones, his most charming grin crooked on his face. He's not flirting, he's long since stopped bothering (he's sired too many kids to want to take chances), but new alliances are always a little bit unstable.
    //mobile + rushed :^)

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    luckily for the alliance, it was lacey delivering. bright, happy, forever-delighted and always happy lacey, who hadn't a snarky bone in her pale body. the french femme didn't entirely understand the concept of an alliance, but someone had made the comparison with friends, and she took it quite literally.


    "oui!" she purred, bobbing her finely featured head and nudging it closer. "the gifts are for you all.


    "it's very kind of you to offer - i'd love a drink of water, if i may. my mother always said that drinking kept you pretty with age." the feline chatted, accent thick and easy on the ears, as though these were to be her actual friends.


    Aranea --
    Pick my brain, pick your poison

    The black German shepherd husky mix was the next to appear, her white eyes looking over the visitor. Lips curled to a smile showing off her pointed fangs, "Honey if ya get any prettier I'll faint." Aranea then focused on the water thing, wondering if they would prefer to dink from a stream or if they would like the old fashion wet moss. The female looked around at her clan mates before gazing over the basket, it was nice to get gifts. She liked the idea of having allies and they sure were helpful in raids and stuff though she didn't know when the last time Sunclan was attacked or lead an attack. Probably because she hadn't been here all that long. Pushing her white framed glasses up she went to get a bowl of water and placed it down in front of their guest. "Hope this will do."

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    honey if ya get any prettier i'll-


    the language barrier presented itself once more, and lacey's eyes widened. a jumble of counds was all she understood the last word to be, and she felt entirely baffled. in paris, some would say some awfully dirty things, and that sentence could get... awfully dirty. did allies speak to one another like that?


    while she pondered over this, the fem retrieved her a bowl of water, and she decided to act casual. "merci mademoiselle." she said with a warm smile once more, bowing her head to lap up a few sips.