❤: Opinion on love - everyone, ☂ : Favorite weather - everyone
Kadi: A hand runs through his hair and he lifts one shoulder in a half shrug. “Love? Uhh…what’s that funny word I heard that priest say once…Fickle. Love is fickle. Once you find it, it’s the most amazing thing, even if a bit confusing or different, or scary. Once you find it, hold tight and make sure whoever you love, knows it. Cause love is fickle and can slip away in the blink of an eye, as quickly as downing a shot.” His shoulders lift once more and he opens and closes his mouth as if trying to say more, but is unable to. Instead he turns his thoughts to the second question. “As for weather, a good blizzard always helps clear my head and rejuvenate me. There’s nothing like the howling winds calling to me as snow falls thick and fast. It’s like watching the world’s slate be wiped clean by the storm,” he says, a smile tugging at his lips.
Syn: The flaxen Miqo’te leans back in her chair, tossing an apple about in her hands. “Love? I reckon I don’ think I’ve found love yet, bu’ I know it’ll be fun! Ev’ryone ‘as someone or somethin’ tha’ they love. Sometimes more than one someone. Tha’s tha grea’ thin’ abou’ love, ain’ it, cutie. There’s no bound’ries, no rules. I’m lookin’ for’ard ta tha day I can say I love someone wit’ ev’rythin’ I got,” she states with a chuckle. Fangs glint in the sunlight as she takes a bite out of the apple. Wiping her chin with the back of her hand, she cocks her head to the side. One black tipped ear lowers as she ponders on the next question. “Thun’erstorm,” she says, around the apple in her mouth. Swallowing, she elaborates. “Watchin’ tha sea thrash an’ tha waves roar in a thunderstorm is tha best. There’s so much power, an’ so much danger. Tha rain soakin’ me hair an’ tail, tha lightning bringing even tha darkes’ skies ta full light,” she trails off, a glint in her eye. Suddenly, she lifts up her arm. “Look! I got goosbumps jus’ thinking’ ‘bout it!” Her rough chuckle fills the room as she takes another bit out of the apple.
Taj: The golden haired Miqo’te with black tipped ears looks down at the glass in his hands as he leans against the wall. His fluffy tail sways slowly from side to side as he listens to the questions directed to him. Looking up, he finally speaks, soft voice drifting to your ears, “Love is powerful. It can brin’ tha strongest man to ‘is knees, an’ yet, at tha same time, lift ‘im up ‘igh above tha clouds.” A wry grin crosses his features. “It’s excitin’ an’ terrifyin’. It’s ev’rythin’ an’ nothin’. It’s somethin’ tha’s ‘ard ta explain, until ye’ve felt it yerself.” He slips slowly on his whiskey, eyes gleaming with his answer. Flicking his tail quickly as if clearing his head, he smacks his lips. “Clear skies an’ a ligh’ breeze. Tha sun warmin’ yer skin, tha winds rufflin’ yer hair. A beaut’ful day by all righ’s; tha’s me fav’rite,” he finishes with a nod, tossing the rest of his whiskey back quickly. He squeezes his eyes shut as the drink burns down his throat. The pirate cat adjusts the pistol at his side and flashes a quick smile at you on his way back to the bar.
