[Mogget does not mind waiting. The weather is pleasant and his fur keeps him warm, so he find a spot outside the forge where the sun is warm and hunkers down comfortably to await Vex'ahlia's arrival.
When she steps outside she would be able to spot him easily. A pure white cat wearing a red collar sticks out like a sore thumb anywhere in this place, and most of all when he's making of a point of being very visible. He has his eyes closed but his body seems alert, and one of his ears turns in the direction of the door slamming.
His head follows after a moment, bright green eyes looking her way with mild interest.]
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When she steps outside she would be able to spot him easily. A pure white cat wearing a red collar sticks out like a sore thumb anywhere in this place, and most of all when he's making of a point of being very visible. He has his eyes closed but his body seems alert, and one of his ears turns in the direction of the door slamming.
His head follows after a moment, bright green eyes looking her way with mild interest.]