[Voice thoughts aloud is a bold move in a room this full of towering animal people. Raven, Dog, or Cat? Wright's ears perk up, the red spider lilies inside of them fluttering. He strides over, eight feet tall and wide shouldered, not caring who he might bump into.
Reaching Fio's table; he grabs a chair, pivots it around on one of its legs, flips his tailcoat out, then sits backwards, legs spread around the backrest. A real football coach looking move.
He smiles at her with all the lovable charm of a scottie dog. His voice is warm and tone jovial, but his teeth flash. Sharp.]
Anything I could help you with, my fine lady? I'm Sir Wright, I heard you're considering my House.
The Audience
Reaching Fio's table; he grabs a chair, pivots it around on one of its legs, flips his tailcoat out, then sits backwards, legs spread around the backrest. A real football coach looking move.
He smiles at her with all the lovable charm of a scottie dog. His voice is warm and tone jovial, but his teeth flash. Sharp.]
Anything I could help you with, my fine lady? I'm Sir Wright, I heard you're considering my House.