[The squeak has Konoe backing off a bit, straightening, but keeping a glare fixed on Ellis.]
Don't just go touching...
[He trails off as the cats approach, a horde of little furry bodies through the long grass. Konoe makes a squeak of his own and his ears flatten. He knows them, they look like the ancient depictions of the animals once servants of Two-Canes, and whom gave birth to the Ribikan race. Cats. The beings he and others of his kind took the name of, to honour them.]
Cats.
[At first, he's a little frightened of them; so small and different. He knew they were smaller, but they're not even the size of Ribika kittens. They smell off, and the noises they make are strange. Slowly, he crouches again, ignoring Ellis completely, staring at the closest one as if it might impart its wisdom or confirm Konoe's sudden theory that he's somehow traveled back in time, disregarding the Goddess and the farms and previous explanations. His tail uncurls from where he's kept it close, creeping out to brush against one of the cats'. A gesture of greeting when they're too low to the ground for him to properly rub his face against a furry shoulder.]
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Don't just go touching...
[He trails off as the cats approach, a horde of little furry bodies through the long grass. Konoe makes a squeak of his own and his ears flatten. He knows them, they look like the ancient depictions of the animals once servants of Two-Canes, and whom gave birth to the Ribikan race. Cats. The beings he and others of his kind took the name of, to honour them.]
Cats.
[At first, he's a little frightened of them; so small and different. He knew they were smaller, but they're not even the size of Ribika kittens. They smell off, and the noises they make are strange. Slowly, he crouches again, ignoring Ellis completely, staring at the closest one as if it might impart its wisdom or confirm Konoe's sudden theory that he's somehow traveled back in time, disregarding the Goddess and the farms and previous explanations. His tail uncurls from where he's kept it close, creeping out to brush against one of the cats'. A gesture of greeting when they're too low to the ground for him to properly rub his face against a furry shoulder.]