Recent content by Cleo O'Conner

Cleo stared at Fife as she shook her head in refusal of the nickname that was graced upon her, before widely waving her hand in dismissal. "Ah Princess, you may hate it now but the name suits such a pretty girl like you! Everyone always hates the best names for them at first, you'll learn to...

Cleo was in the middle of a lick when Fife asked her if she liked her food. Quite literally in the middle, her tongue still stretched across the porclean as she stared at the smaller girl. Then she sucked her tongue back into her muzzle and gave a goofy smile. "Of course it's good! Food is...

Cleo followed along, being lead by the small girl. It was fantastic! Show someone some unadulterated kindness and the walls you can break through were unlimited! MAXIMUM POWER TO FRIENDSHIP! It was perfect! When they arrived to the cakes, Cleo did what Cleo did best when it came to food. Well...

Cleo mumbled, seeming to fight with herself internally. It didn't look like Fife was having any affect on the poor dog woman's perspective as she looked at Fife with watery eyes. She just continued to watch as Fife looked around, noticing the look of concern flash over Fife's face. Wait a...

Cleo sniffled, looking at Fife as she caught up. "I'm glad you liked it... But I still set someone on fire..." She whined, continuing to walk. "I always set something on fire... I'm a terrible bard! Bards aren't supposed to set people on fire when they play! They are supposed to make people...

"Yep, seven," Cleo said, letting Fife's hands free, but continuing to sway with the music. "I mean, I could have done better, but really why would I charge more than five copper for a bowl of dogfood? Seems a little strange if you ask me," She said, looking down at Fife as the smaller girl...

Once Cleo saw the crack in Fife's social armor, she finally started to actually talk. "You know, people say it's facinating to see a dog who can dance," She said, carrying on the dance without having to worry too much. Like the whole thing was as natural as breathing. "I mean, people train dogs...

"One two three, one two three," Cleo said happily as she guided Fife through the simple waltz. Admittedly, the two looked like a mother trying to teach their daughter to dance. LEt's of space, and Cleo held Fife's hands, letting Fife stare at the ground, and subsequently Cleo's feet. Not exactly...

Cleo stared at Fife as the small girls hands flailed about. The dog woman blinked several times, and then her mouth opened up in understanding. "Oooooh, I get it! You can't talk, and have spent your entire life trying to communicate using some kind of sign language. Given this socially...

Cleo O'Conner was entirely oblivious to the shocked or dread filled expressions across Fife's face. They were wearing masks, of course Cleo couldn't see what Fife's face looked like as she dragged the girl through the crowd, stopping in the middle of the floor and facing her once again...

Cleo O'Conner Biographical information Birthplace Probably in a barn somewhere! Born Died Age mid twenties or thirties Home Travelling Bard ...

Cleo, slipped back into the crowd to meet even more friends. Spudmancer seemed nice enough, but something about him being a dead dancer with friends made her brain hurt. Either he was a Necromancer who was terrible at lying, or maybe he was just dumb... Oh well, it wasn't for Cleo to decide, so...

Cleo watched, very confused by everything going on right now. Admittedly, it usually didn't take much to confuse her, but this was taking the cake in a most fascinating way. He talked really fast, and she was finding it hard to keep up all things considered. She let him finish his little shpeel...

Cleo continued to yank at the cup. Admittedly, it was getting a little old, and her tongue was starting to feel funny. Were... were alcohol baths bad for tongues? Steve started talking to her, again. Asking her if she was aware she had a glass on her tongue. "No," She said, looking up. "I was...

Cleo continued her mission. The Mission to find and drink all of the drinks! Bread was fantastically salty, and dry, and absorbent. Not exactly a thirst quencher. So many people used the term "Moist" when refering to bread, and while she got the point, it should have been buttery. It's butter...