
Xenedra's ears flick forward at the familiar voice of the would-be road kill, her eyes widen, and her jaw drops with the faintest of gasps. With a squeel, she vaults at Myllor, fully intending to hug the breath from him.
"Myllor~! We thought you were dead! When you didn't show up with the rest of us..!"
She squeels again, squeezing tightly enough to pop the man's head off his neck and sing-songs out happily, tears threatening, "Gods, I'm so glad you're ok~ ...What ARE you wearing?"
"Myllor~! We thought you were dead! When you didn't show up with the rest of us..!"
She squeels again, squeezing tightly enough to pop the man's head off his neck and sing-songs out happily, tears threatening, "Gods, I'm so glad you're ok~ ...What ARE you wearing?"