[ Koltira's on his bed, whiskey in one hand, book in the other. He's not typically one much for reading, but it's something to do, so he'd just grabbed a pile of fiction from the library and walked off with it. The pile might include certain Azerothian romance novels. He might be snapping it shut as Gilgamesh and the cub walk in.
He takes a swig from his bottle, his expression confused; skeptical. That's a lynx--not the same as he remembers from Silvermoon, but a lynx, nevertheless. Alive and breathing and padding towards him. ]
Why?
[ He stands up, towering over them both, his head cocked to one side. Would this creature even tolerate him? Should it? Why would Gilgamesh bring it to him? The questions are endless. But at least it's more interesting than the book.
He kneels down as the little creature approaches him. She seems anxious, but somehow determined. Koltira, completely off his guard (and a little drunk), holds out his hand. The cub pushes against his palm, as though she had been seeking out this very moment, this very hand, ever since her arrival.
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He takes a swig from his bottle, his expression confused; skeptical. That's a lynx--not the same as he remembers from Silvermoon, but a lynx, nevertheless. Alive and breathing and padding towards him. ]
Why?
[ He stands up, towering over them both, his head cocked to one side. Would this creature even tolerate him? Should it? Why would Gilgamesh bring it to him? The questions are endless. But at least it's more interesting than the book.
He kneels down as the little creature approaches him. She seems anxious, but somehow determined. Koltira, completely off his guard (and a little drunk), holds out his hand. The cub pushes against his palm, as though she had been seeking out this very moment, this very hand, ever since her arrival.
Koltira's dumbfounded. ]