- Pronoun
- they or she
The cat shrugged expressively. "Tell ya what, exactly? It's a big place, and I sure ain't ever been there."
Sonora's body language was still on-edge, ears pricking and tail twitching. She'd been more relaxed at Nina's Place, and even in the battle at the gala. Now she was here, and not in danger, she seemed to be looking for it every few seconds.
"Sorry, forgot you're brand-new to the whole darn planet. Uh, I guess there are some Commonwealth settlements out there, but they're so damn isolated I doubt they even count as part of the territory. Of course there's plenty of natives, too – I hear they're a confederation of tribes, each independent but ready to band together in times of need. Sounds real decent, if it's true an' it works. Don't know much about 'em, save that apparently the ranger chief is one of 'em, at least originally. An' if you're headed that way, best you try t'find the monastery atop the peaks. The Obstinea range is a hell of a trek, but the monks up there'll look after ya."
The Floragato's head shot a look sidelong at nothing again, and she skewed her mouth.
"Guess if I don't gotta scarper, I can afford t'sample another bite or two," she muttered.
Sonora's body language was still on-edge, ears pricking and tail twitching. She'd been more relaxed at Nina's Place, and even in the battle at the gala. Now she was here, and not in danger, she seemed to be looking for it every few seconds.
"Sorry, forgot you're brand-new to the whole darn planet. Uh, I guess there are some Commonwealth settlements out there, but they're so damn isolated I doubt they even count as part of the territory. Of course there's plenty of natives, too – I hear they're a confederation of tribes, each independent but ready to band together in times of need. Sounds real decent, if it's true an' it works. Don't know much about 'em, save that apparently the ranger chief is one of 'em, at least originally. An' if you're headed that way, best you try t'find the monastery atop the peaks. The Obstinea range is a hell of a trek, but the monks up there'll look after ya."
The Floragato's head shot a look sidelong at nothing again, and she skewed her mouth.
"Guess if I don't gotta scarper, I can afford t'sample another bite or two," she muttered.