[ tighnari has a bit of an eye for the lost lamb foundlings, and a soft spot in his undead heart for them. he himself had been groomed for his position from a very young age, so he does not know the struggles of a foundling, but he does know how it felt to have been torn from his family, suddenly and without warning. it's enough to make him sympathetic.
so when he sees a young woman looking awkward in her own skin, he approaches. ]
It may indeed take all night. Sometimes it does.
[ he says, his tone friendly. tighnari's large, furred ears swivel toward her, his thick, fluffy tail flicking behind him. he's dressed nicely, but not nearly as opulently as much of the rest of the silver court, his sharp-fanged smile giving him away as a fully fledged vampire, despite his youthful appearance. ]
arrival;
so when he sees a young woman looking awkward in her own skin, he approaches. ]
It may indeed take all night. Sometimes it does.
[ he says, his tone friendly. tighnari's large, furred ears swivel toward her, his thick, fluffy tail flicking behind him. he's dressed nicely, but not nearly as opulently as much of the rest of the silver court, his sharp-fanged smile giving him away as a fully fledged vampire, despite his youthful appearance. ]