She wasn't going to say anything, but hope bit her ear. What followed sounded like swearing if you didn't understand Leontine, which was a growly not meant for human throats language. Sadly for her what she said accidentally translated to kitten litter shredded sofa. She tried to pull Hop off of her head. "Fine. Fine." She turned to face him. "Corporal Kaylin Neya, Imperial Hawks of Elantra." She sketched a rough bow. Give one thing to Diarmat, her bows were getting better.
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Date: 2025-06-16 05:32 am (UTC)