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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 370px; overflow: auto; font: 12px; text-align: justify;][sub]The pretty white Maine Coon, though some of her front was tainted brown, would slip into the territory quietly, pale optics glancing around warily. The female had no memory, no history to be wiped clean, she was a slate that had never been stolen or broken or wounded; she just simply was. About seven or eight months old, the unknown she-cat would crouch down, the tiny brown body covering her chest and lower jaw revealed to be a mouse, lean and old, and not her frosted pelt. Ears were angled back, attuned to the area around her, yet her body showed no signs of tensions. Unbeknownst to the rest of the world and herself, this pretty girl was deaf. Her pink nose twitched, much better suited to aiding in her surroundings than her ears were. Sharp, crystalline eyes would flick up, almost listening, almost seeing, as she stood slowly. No voice emanated from her throat, as it was likely it never had, instead, her fur bristled a little and the invisible sound waves around her seemed to call out. "Who's there." It was almost as monotonous as her physical voice would have been if she had used it. This telepathy, however, was actually sound manipulation, and the white-pelted blue-eyed beauty was using it to speak.

Within the territory of Westeros, particularly the border of the Arryns' seat of power, the deaf female would look around, expecting voices. Unluckily, she would be extremely confused for the time being.

(mobile, apologies)

+bump?

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 370px; overflow: auto; font: 12px; text-align: justify;][sub]Seeing the form come closer, her eyes immediately focused on the other's lips, reading them well without being asked by her brain. The feline would scrunch her brows together. "Why do you speak with only your mouth and no voice?" The form would tilt her head, unsure of this new proceeding. "I'm not entirely sure, but I think my name is Esme, and as for business, I could ask you the same thing, sneaking up on me. 'Sweetcheeks'." As for aesthetic, the other feline was pretty, but 'Esme' wasn't focusing there, she was pushing to her paws, her form still short but obvious by her great paws that she would someday become great size, and her pale eyes were looking at Meg with curiousity. Any other approach would be missed by the feline except by scent, which she wasn't focusing on right now, and the deaf femme would curl her tail low about her ankles, white feathery contraption showing her confusion better than her monotonous voice.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 370px; overflow: auto; font: 12px; text-align: justify;][sub]Esme would raise an eyebrow. Without hearing inflection, she could feel the vibration of the purr through the sound waves she was curling around her. She mimicked it carefully, trying to get each reverberation correct. It was tricky, though, and she knew she missed quite a bit of the actual sound. "Westeros? That is a funny name, don't you think?" She digressed with a small dip of her head, a smirk on her lips to show her playful nature. "Where exactly is this 'Westeros'? I may just stay a little while; it seems friendly enough."

+track from this one

possibly another thread down the road between these two? also a short romance maybe, seeing as i'm thinking to make esme asexual, and having a relationship would absolutely make her realize that a little quicker. ^^

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 370px; overflow: auto; font: 12px; text-align: justify;][sub]Glancing down at the mouse she had otherwise forgotten, the she-cat's belly rumbled a little. A beat of hesitation and she stepped over it, leaving it for the wildlife around her instead of eating it herself. "Sounds lovely. I do have a question," She padded towards the stranger, aiming to come to her side. "I seem to know something about houses, would that have anything to do with this territory of yours?" By 'main city', she could infer that there was more than just Meg, but if it wasn't Esme's city, it was Meg's by default until she was told differently, though her terminology wasn't that much different than someone saying "I'll come to your neighbourhood," even if the neighbourhood was owned by someone else. Casual, in less complex terms.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 370px; overflow: auto; font: 12px; text-align: justify;][sub]'View' would be debatable; Esme would only notice the other's arrival because of the voice's vibrations. Unable to read her lips, she only caught the end and tilted her head. 'As Meg has asked.' Scouring their conversation, she remembered the two questions that she had been asked though she had never introduced herself as 'Meg' to Esme. The last question had been answered, however, and she doubted the stranger really cared about that. She meant what Esme's name was and why she was here in their territory. "Apologies, I did not hear you come up on us. My name is Esme, and I'm not exactly sure why I'm here, I just remember stopping over there," She flicked her tail to the general location, "And then... Meg? Coming up on me." She phrased the name as a question, unsure if she was allowed to use it, wondering if it was a shortened version of a longer, more formal name. She was, after all, a stranger.

Maybe just an interaction thread? Or meg taking ezzie on that tour?

[S]And thank you! Meg is adorable tooo

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 370px; overflow: auto; font: 12px; text-align: justify;][sub]She would listen to all of the voices, blinking in rapt confusion when Zurui disappeared. She wouldn't answer everyone immediately, at first a little hurt at the disappearing feline, and then a little disappointed with her own behaviour towards said stranger. "I am sorry if I insulted her. I did not mean to."

Turning her attention to the first to speak, she would try to answer, though her confidence began to gradually lessen. 'Blind' talked faster than she was used to, which was Meg's speed if there was total honesty. She caught the question though, and interpreted it as well as she could. 'What would you like to know?' About the houses, that had been mentioned in the long brigade of words. Meg piped up with something about mottos, and Esme's pale eyes trained on the other's lips carefully, decoding the vibrations and discerning the shapes made. The name "Arryn" stuck with her like a thorn, and she tilted her head. "I recognize that name. Arryn." She wasn't sure where she had heard it before, but it was familiar, and familiar was needed to comfort the female. "What about them, please?" She said it towards Meg, but turned her gaze to Blindlove, who, unknowing to Ez, had introduced herself as an Arryn. The white-coated femme would focus now, not wanting to miss anything the she-cat said. There was a sense of similarity, the way her eyes were unfocused but directed towards her. It must be difficult to pinpoint her exact location, though, when she used sound manipulation to speak.

+track, will definitely do this with ezzie <3

Yes please, my phone has issues posting things longer than a hundred words for some reason idk.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 370px; overflow: auto; font: 12px; text-align: justify;][sub]Esme would nod, but she had prior engagements to this interaction, and she had kept Meg waiting long enough, she supposed, and didn't even stop to ponder of the Targaryan Warden was interested in another house. The name Driscoll stood out to her, but she ignored it. Some words were lost on her, and by the way she understood most of the blind one's words, she didn't put much weight on them. Meg had spoken, and she lost most of it, but that did not matter so much now. "Thank you, Blind. I would like to speak to you more, especially about joining, but I would also like to see the territory. Meg, if your offer still stands?" Due to a mishap, Esme never learned the Hand's full name, and didn't think herself in the wrong here. At the last words, she turned her eyes towards Meg, addressing her once more.

As for the others around, she would be unable to give them any kind of attention; she was struggling keeping up with two, much less five or six.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 370px; overflow: auto; font: 12px; text-align: justify;][sub]Beginning to follow after Meg, museless Esme paused, turned, and with a tail that curled left and then right almost as a wave, she dipped her head to Blindlove.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 370px; overflow: auto; font: 12px; text-align: justify;][sub]The snowy femme, a contrast in colour to Meg, would keep an eye on her companion. When she spoke, she gave more focus to both her and the vibrations in the air. Meg had been the first person to talk to her in all of her memory, so she had learned her vocal idiosyncrasies quickly. Now, she shrugged, taking longer steps with her head thrown back, eyes closed and her nose sniffing. Deaf. The word was how a couple people had already described her, though she had no real meaning for it just yet. "I'm not sure. Maybe? Everything about this place is familiar except the people and... everything." She paused and gave a laugh, this being silent. Her voice otherwise was monotone, simply matching basic pitches of others when they spoke. She took a moment to look back at Meg. "Where are we headed first?" She took this moment to study her, the sleek black fur, pretty eyes, and the vibrations of her voice... She was quite a beauty.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 370px; overflow: auto; font: 12px; text-align: justify;][sub]Esme would trot over, the deaf feline scenting strange new things upon the border. Smiling at the small form, the pale white femme would peruse the contents of the pretty basket from beside Blindlove, though she didn't come close enough to touch the other Westerosi. She asked no questions, easily coming to terms with her newfound lack of hearing.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 370px; overflow: auto; font: 12px; text-align: justify;][sub]Capital; this place was big enough to have a capital. Most; some lived elsewhere. Meg called it King's Landing, and Esme was given the impression of a royal lion falling from the sky and landing in the center of the place, which her mind derived to be a city. "Thank you, I didn't realize you heard my stomach rumble. I would say that I didn't, but I'm apparently having issues with that lately." She was mostly kidding, but since she had no memory of being deaf, she'd had no chance of getting used to it. "Do you live in King's Landing as well?" She had found nothing strange in the way she studied her friend, though she was now moving comfortably beside her. She had felt Meg's eyes on herself only moments before she returned the favour.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 370px; overflow: auto; font: 12px; text-align: justify;][sub]Esme was curious, as it was probably easy to see, about all of the houses, though she had the most interest in the Arryns. However, the name Targaryan was growing on her. Did she really want to join a house where she knew nobody except Blindlove, or one where she was already making friends? Her heart answered her question without hesitation, though her head tried for a compromise. "Sounds beautiful, the Red Keep." Turning her eyes towards the land in front of them, since she had been focusing on her commission's lips, she saw the capital nearing. The territory was huge, space so abundant that there was no way it wasn't completely full of members. The capital itself was a glorious piece of architecture. Spires and stone and the scent of hard working sweat and blood, and the sound of bodies packed either tightly or happily or both. The occasionally louder pitch of laughter. The softer sounds were lost on the femme; sound manipulation did not work to a certain distance. "Wow." It was the only thing she could say in the face of this city.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 370px; overflow: auto; font: 12px; text-align: justify;][sub]The pale femme would register the chuckle and give a smile of her own. "Yes, it is." She would say, kind of needlessly. She then noticed Meg's tension and glances at her curiously. "Is something wrong?" Somehow museless after running out of data, the albino deaf she-cat would hesitate, now looking around with more suspicion. Meg had been nice, if something was spooking her, maybe it should Esme as well?

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 370px; overflow: auto; font: 12px; text-align: justify;][sub]The white femme was silent, not because she couldn't hear, because she had slowly grown to that ability, but because with the coming of that sense, she had lost all need and want of speech. Now, Minke Esme Arryn, a mute femme who disappeared a little less than five months previously, had returned, appearing on the border much in the same fashion as she did the first time half a year ago.

Turning her frosty blue gaze around her, she stretched out and let the unnoticed breeze rifle through her fur as if she couldn't be bothered to notice it was against the way it was growing. In fact, the look upon her face was serene.

Without really needing to, the femme would open her mouth and form words, silent and meaningful to no one.

Where does the breeze goes, She mouthed, If not to the place we all desire to find and yet cannot go until the end, when it no longer matters.

[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 370px; overflow: auto; font: 12px; text-align: justify;][sub]The mute girl would wander closer, finding that the Clan was more or less inactive; perhaps this was going to make things look up. Minke dipped her head to the unfamiliar faces. Being gone for a little less than five months didn't help when she hadn't known anyone beforehand.