Comes a rich little call from the other side of the door, muffled by wood and metal. The slow click of little claws where they tap contemplatively against the entrance - anything but a knock.
"I came all this way to see you, Hermosa. Don't leave me out in the cold."
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Comes a rich little call from the other side of the door, muffled by wood and metal. The slow click of little claws where they tap contemplatively against the entrance - anything but a knock.
"I came all this way to see you, Hermosa. Don't leave me out in the cold."