Fira-hee is often working at a bar on the space station. All four will answer to the same name.
Each is three feet tall and covered in short fur, with a longer, hair-like mane. Upon first glance, they could be described as being like a cross between a horse and kangaroo - bipedal, obviously herbivorous in physiology, long legged, long tailed, swiveling, pricked ears for catching every sound, nervous movements, alert gaze. They have humanoid qualities, mostly in the profile of their faces - jaws just a bit pronounced, not quite a muzzle. Their eyes are large and their pupils react readily to light and mood, going from a full oval to narrow slits, like a reptile. They have four fingered hands, and their feet are some transitional form between toe and hoof. The middle two digits are fused with a single heavy, flat nail, and the toes to the left and right are smaller, with shorter claws.
They're people. They wear clothes - comfortable, loose-fitting garments with bright colors and floral patterns. One with dappled-gray fur and a freckled pink nose wears many gold rings in her ears. Two have brown fur and black manes, one with a white stripe down his face like a knife blade. His look-alike might be female or male, doesn't seem to have a preference for either, and wears a tight vest under eirs beaded tunic.
Wheat, a honey-colored male with a mane like, well, Wheat, is the only one that encourages a name from the patrons. The others get names, sure, but they don't stick.
He is not in charge - the others don't take orders from him any more than they do from each other - nor is he any more at ease in this very social environment. But, he seems to be their chattiest member, and enjoys conversing with you strange, tall aliens while he and his fellows clean and deliver drinks and listen to stories and such.
Wheat is, right this moment, setting a stack of wine glasses up on the bar in some complicated and precarious stack. He is standing on the bar to accomplish this, with an unopened bottle of wine nearby, pending the completion of this art.
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Each is three feet tall and covered in short fur, with a longer, hair-like mane. Upon first glance, they could be described as being like a cross between a horse and kangaroo - bipedal, obviously herbivorous in physiology, long legged, long tailed, swiveling, pricked ears for catching every sound, nervous movements, alert gaze. They have humanoid qualities, mostly in the profile of their faces - jaws just a bit pronounced, not quite a muzzle. Their eyes are large and their pupils react readily to light and mood, going from a full oval to narrow slits, like a reptile. They have four fingered hands, and their feet are some transitional form between toe and hoof. The middle two digits are fused with a single heavy, flat nail, and the toes to the left and right are smaller, with shorter claws.
They're people. They wear clothes - comfortable, loose-fitting garments with bright colors and floral patterns. One with dappled-gray fur and a freckled pink nose wears many gold rings in her ears. Two have brown fur and black manes, one with a white stripe down his face like a knife blade. His look-alike might be female or male, doesn't seem to have a preference for either, and wears a tight vest under eirs beaded tunic.
Wheat, a honey-colored male with a mane like, well, Wheat, is the only one that encourages a name from the patrons. The others get names, sure, but they don't stick.
He is not in charge - the others don't take orders from him any more than they do from each other - nor is he any more at ease in this very social environment. But, he seems to be their chattiest member, and enjoys conversing with you strange, tall aliens while he and his fellows clean and deliver drinks and listen to stories and such.
Wheat is, right this moment, setting a stack of wine glasses up on the bar in some complicated and precarious stack. He is standing on the bar to accomplish this, with an unopened bottle of wine nearby, pending the completion of this art.