tea party; [True to his word, G’raha gets around to making tea. It… takes a bit to figure out what, exactly, in the kitchen constitutes as tea, so its entirely possible to run into him in the kitchen itself, rummaging through the pantry and ice box. And climbing on the shelves because he’s too short to reach anything on the tall shelves…
He had a bright, friendly smile on his face once his little tea party has start, tail swaying from side to side in a way that belies any nerves or anxiety he might be feeling..]
Pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am G’raha Tia, of the Students of Baldesion. Please, sit.
[He made snacks! He can’t eat them all himself…]
magic practice; [For much of the week, when G’raha isn’t reading or bothering people to get to know more of everything, he spends his time practicing magic. Learning an entirely new way to use magic is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and it’s one that he doesn’t want to waste—especially with the daunting task ahead of them.
It’s a concept that comes to him easily, at least, able to wrap his mind around the concept of emotions and feelings dictating magic. Something about teaching an old cat new tricks. Anyways, come bother him or offer him some tips and tricks!]
ladies’ day [Well, sort of. G’raha isn’t so sure about this… infiltration missions. He has little qualms with the idea of changing his gender, as his pride and sense of self aren’t so flimsy as to feel like a change made willingly is all of that big of a deal. With all the things that have happened to his body over his life and the legacy he carries, becoming a woman isn’t that bad. It could be so much worse, even if he’s not yet adept enough to fully dismiss his ears and tail. (Also, it just… feels strange, like his balance is all off, and his hearing feels so muffled...)
Still, it makes him stand out, which is why a red-haired catgirl can be found frowning at a wardrobe, a hand to her chin in deep contemplation.]
I don’t think I can pull this off…
[G’raha sags, ears drooping. This could be the start of an interesting adventure, a thrilling moment of espionage, but… There’s no way people won’t have questions, right? Maybe fighting monsters is a better idea, G’raha’s done a lot of that, but this that’s what makes this such an interesting challenge...]
wildcard, other jobs, et cetera; [Come at me with whatever you want! You know how it goes. If you want a memory or something specific, hit up my plotting post and I can work on something for us!]
no subject
[True to his word, G’raha gets around to making tea. It… takes a bit to figure out what, exactly, in the kitchen constitutes as tea, so its entirely possible to run into him in the kitchen itself, rummaging through the pantry and ice box. And climbing on the shelves because he’s too short to reach anything on the tall shelves…
He had a bright, friendly smile on his face once his little tea party has start, tail swaying from side to side in a way that belies any nerves or anxiety he might be feeling..]
Pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am G’raha Tia, of the Students of Baldesion. Please, sit.
[He made snacks! He can’t eat them all himself…]
magic practice;
[For much of the week, when G’raha isn’t reading or bothering people to get to know more of everything, he spends his time practicing magic. Learning an entirely new way to use magic is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and it’s one that he doesn’t want to waste—especially with the daunting task ahead of them.
It’s a concept that comes to him easily, at least, able to wrap his mind around the concept of emotions and feelings dictating magic. Something about teaching an old cat new tricks. Anyways, come bother him or offer him some tips and tricks!]
ladies’ day
[Well, sort of. G’raha isn’t so sure about this… infiltration missions. He has little qualms with the idea of changing his gender, as his pride and sense of self aren’t so flimsy as to feel like a change made willingly is all of that big of a deal. With all the things that have happened to his body over his life and the legacy he carries, becoming a woman isn’t that bad. It could be so much worse, even if he’s not yet adept enough to fully dismiss his ears and tail. (Also, it just… feels strange, like his balance is all off, and his hearing feels so muffled...)
Still, it makes him stand out, which is why a red-haired catgirl can be found frowning at a wardrobe, a hand to her chin in deep contemplation.]
I don’t think I can pull this off…
[G’raha sags, ears drooping. This could be the start of an interesting adventure, a thrilling moment of espionage, but… There’s no way people won’t have questions, right? Maybe fighting monsters is a better idea, G’raha’s done a lot of that, but this that’s what makes this such an interesting challenge...]
wildcard, other jobs, et cetera;
[Come at me with whatever you want! You know how it goes. If you want a memory or something specific, hit up my plotting post and I can work on something for us!]