THE VERY FIRST SOLARITE GATHERING!! / open

Late? What late? Halaoui doesn't know what you mean. He's always been right here. See?

Sitting near the back and licking his paws with his tail tucked around him nice and neat even if the rest of his fur isn't, stained and clumped irreparably in some places with dried dirt and faint traces of soot, amber eyes flitting about slyly and looking rather like the cat that got the cream. But, you know, otherwise... not a single hair out of place on this kitty. (Though, technically there honestly isn't; it's stuck together.) After all, it's only necessary for a citizen of Earthinite to look his best, and wouldn't you say he does it impeccably?

What interesting crowds these meetings bring; just to name a few, the harried stranger who'd just rushed in grumbling to herself and looking ruffled in her seat a few mere places away, his own tigress leader high up on a section of the grand Solarite, a red tabby muttering in a kitten's ear. Like a mystery box; shove a paw inside, spear a name with your claw and see what you get.

My; won't this be fun. It's strange but charming, breathing in and catching all the different scents; unpolluted air, for once, not like how it is underground, and those from other alliances - ash, sea salt, crisp cleanliness.

But, ah. If you could make friends by staying still and saying nothing, the world would be full of statues. So.

"How you doing?" he asks Anne casually, surveying the tabby with only fleeting interest and whiskers twitching in amusement.