It was all too obvious that Meguri wasn’t confident that she made the right call, at least Nesea didn’t question her decision and shake her already poor resolve. The serpent lady was quite obviously confused, but seemed to recover quickly much to the regret of a small part of Meguri. She found the exposed fang rather charming; it was cute in a tomboyish sort of way, giving a different impression than all the sleek grace that Nesea exhibited before. Meguri pondered on this while the delighted neko girl enjoyed being pet by the Lamia.<br/><br/>The little girl ran off without even offering her thanks, Meguri noted all too wryly. The Kitsune wasn’t great with people, but she didn’t miss the Neko only offering her smile to Nesea and couldn’t help but wonder if here too she would forever be an outsider. Both Meguri and Nesea were stuck in awkward silence when the neko girl ran off with Mort in her arms, but the trickster nature that all Kitsune possess allowed her to at least remedy that. It was a pleasant sound, Meguri noted as she watched Nesea laugh. An honest smile crept onto her features despite her lonely thoughts.<br/><br/>Nesea was on the move again, taking Meguri up on her offer to show the Kitsune around, and Meguri chuckled at the snake’s retort. Clearly Nesea gave as good as she got when it came to humour. Holding Whisper tight, Meguri followed Nesea, making use of the parted crowds in the wake of Nesea’s substantial tail. Looking around while they walked, Meguri looked at all the little spaces, dividing by walls, fences, dividers, and whatever else people could use to grant themselves privacy and giving them a tiny bit of ‘home’ to decorate to their tastes. Each room was unique, each spot special, a flower fae had turned her spot into a miniature garden, another walled off sections was completely filled with veils, perhaps belonging to an Arachne.<br/><br/>As stated before, the shelter had so many more colours than Meguri was used to back from when she dwelled amongst humans, but not only the colours but the sheer diversity of people and styles was absolutely stunning. While the humans grew ever more monotone with their suits in their glass towers, here there were so much different things to see you’d no longer see the forest for the trees. So enraptured Meguri was that she almost tripped over Nesea’s tail when the latter suddenly stopped in her tracks.<br/><br/>Regaining her balance, Meguri looked around to see where exactly they had arrived at, a quiet spot further away from the crowds, granting the pair some relief from all the stares. Between the hall’s wall and an aged divider was the spot that Nesea called home, and while Meguri quipped that<i>“You really did lure me to your bed!”</i>she mostly took in the sights in silence. It was simple, and far smaller than anything Meguri was used to, no more than a place to sleep, really. But all that only made it cozier and lived-in. Meguri found her attention drawn to the pictures on the wall, barely registering the Lamia’s words. There were dozens of photos, some more worn than others. The kitsune’s fingers stopped over one that had Nesea posing with a young man.<br/><br/><i>“So many…”</i>Meguri breathlessly muttered.<i>“Feels like you’ve been everywhere in Downtown Avalon, you must’ve been here for a few years. You’re some sort of street performer?”</i><br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrchid">“That or a street worker.”</span>Whisper grinned.<br/><br/>Up above, Shade watched from a vantage point. The sleek Cheshire grinned to himself. All three brothers knew of that something special was unfolding before them, even if Mort didn’t bother to use his brain to think about it. Luck was always a fickle mistress, but sometimes things take a strange and unusual turn.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>