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You’re not at all fond of the idea of catching a critter, whatever it may be, but you realize that it’s best to follow orders, at least for now. You dislike being treated like some common foot soldier—you’re much too pretty for that, Sheba, and besides, it wastes your best talents. For you are a silvertongue, gifted in lies and trickery. But, if it keeps Morir happy, find the critter you shall. You want the protection of this group, and disobeying orders won’t bring trust.
You wander away into the fog, wondering exactly how to catch something, especially when you don’t know what type of something you’re looking for. You hope it’s not one of those glorified lizards that Adele has; maybe it’s more like Voodoo’s little pet. But what do you do to attract it? It’s not as simple as a, “Here, kitty, kitty, kitty…!” You think. What had separated Voodoo from his companion? Maybe, you muse, thinking of the boy’s awkwardness, he has just been incompetent at keeping it by his side. But no, that won’t help you now. There must be somethi--ah. Curiosity.
You smile to yourself, for you can attract attention when you want to. You begin to sing, letting notes fly in that ancient tongue, high and clear. Inspired by your little burst of creativity, you add in a cute little dance, stepping this way and that, adding the occasional twirl every now and then. Braids are flying, hooves kissing the fresh snow…ah, you know that you are a sight to behold. Too bad the mist is blocking you from Tyradon and Veil’s view. Anything in the near vicinity, or flying above, however, can spot you, and you hope that this critter will do just that. Here, kitty, kitty indeed.
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[O] I will not be your thrall [Capture Thread]
