Arrow Lake first confluence

Feel free to skip over Ketzia unless she's addressed---otherwise, she'll remain quiet in the background.

Ketzia shifted her lissome form, her finely arched brows lifting as the man before her began to refer to himself in third person. Amsu, he called himself, and the Aquilifer found her tongue pressing to the roof of her mouth in mild irritation to the man’s mannerisms. He was a friendly sort, and the cream dove was willing to quell her prejudices of his intelligence until she remained in his company for a time.
 
Before she could respond, the guttural voice of Stigmata brought certain relief to her as he sidled up beside her, greeting the stranger with warmth, and her with a casual nip to her shoulder. Out of forming habit, her muzzle tilted toward his warmth, trailing the fine dark fur of the male before she pulled back, allowing him his visit with the desert creature that apparently was on friendly terms with Diaspora’s General.