Dec 18, 2024
"My daddy was a rag-time trombone player, my mommy was a rag-time cabaret-er~"
Like water her tail swirls and swishes behind her, rich golden fur glinting under the street light. It's past the luster of her youth but still quite pretty even in its age. The smile on her muzzle is just as finely aged, bubbly like a delightful whine. Her laughter rises into the cool night air, tinkling and yet with a rough end.
"They met one day at a tango tea, there was a syncopated wedding..."
She pauses in her musical timed steps to grab the throat of a street lamp, spinning 'round it's circumference with the same party laced laugh. It seems that Mehitabel is in high spirits tonight, letting music guide her just as always.
"And then came me~"
