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orb_of_blood
Kestrel laughs a little herself, deciding she rather likes Jacob. Until... wait, no, she wasn't meant to laugh. Dammit all, five hundred years and the mask was still difficult to wear. Of course, her siblings were the least amusing creatures ever, so it was easier around them.
She takes Jacob's offered hand delicately, careful not to scratch him with what appear to be very long and wickedly sharp draconic claws. Kestrel. Of her tolerance... well, it becomes somewhat clear that she isn't a heavy drinker, as the words have already started taking on a mildly slurred tone.
Nexus? What? How'd I teleport myself unknowingly off my planet? Ooh her master would not be pleased with that at all. I've heard of this place. It's already sucked in too many of my siblings. I'd hoped to avoid it, but... she shrugs.