Kitiara raised a brow at the Neko, who didn't seem to talk much at all, as she took the chalkboard and dashed to the room that she had undoubtedly brought the box from. That wasn't exactly what she had meant, but she supposed that would work out just as well.<br/><br/>Behind her, Makram shifted as if uneasy.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"My, have we been introduced yet?" he asked rhetorically, "My name is Gwendel Nocturne," his smile widened as he introduced himself. "Call me just about whatever you like, as long as it's not Gwen." He didn't offer the vocal expression, but there was laughter in his slanted, purplish-gray eyes. "So how about you?" he asked, directing the question to both of them.</span><br/><br/>"My name's Kitiara, and he's Makram. We haven't traveled together for a few years now, but that's a long and boring story." She returned his laughter-filled eyes with a wide grin. "It's nice to meet you, and even nicer to know that I'm not the only one with my pedigree." Her white tail was raised behind her, and the tip swished back and forth, as if she were debating something.<br/><br/>Makram tried his best at giving the one who introduced himself as Gwendel a friendly smile. He failed miserably as the 'smile' looked more like a grimace.<br/><br/>Kitiara looked up at him and laughed at his expression, earning a glare from him that she ignored. "Makram doesn't socialize much. It might not be obvious, but..." She broke off as Makram grabbed the end of her tail, a very firm warning. Her smile didn't wane though. "That's just the way he is," she finished.<br/><br/>Makram shifted again and released her tail. Clearing his throat, Makram opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it. He shut his mouth with a click as his teeth slammed together. He stood as stoic and silent as a statue for a moment, before attempting again. "Sorry, I'm just sensitive about my past, and ashamed of my parentage. If<span style="font-style: italic">anyone</span>," he glanced at Kit for a moment, "speaks of it, it will be<span style="font-style: italic">me!</span>"<br/><br/>Makram's eyes looked towards where the other Neko had gone. He remembered that she was not only covered in fur, but scales as well, and he was intrigued by this. Makram almost immediately assumed that she shared at least half of his ancestry. If anyone would be able to understand him, she might.