SPACE SONG // LoTS Visit

[aesior]

EVERY GRIN WE SHARE IS LIKE.
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack

Lorelei. He knew that name. Uncertainty flicking in his eyes, he would look at Sylvester with a bit more of an intent. He could tell something was different about this creature. Hesitantly, he would step a paw forward, ears rotating for signs of danger. Lorelei. I wonder how she is. he would blink and shake his head to clear his mind. Extending one claw, he would etch into the dirt slowly, words appearing, 'Was? Know her. Yes.', he would watch Seven draw the basket close to her form and would cautiously sniff in its general direction, picking up different herbal scents and relaxing in accordance. There was no threat there, herbs were generally safe. Lifting his head as his tail flicked side to side, ignoring the spirits vainly whispering in his ears. Was she still among them or did she walk the paths of the ghosts now?

A PRAYER COMMITTED TO THE SONG WE SING.
aesior opheles of tanglewood. -- grim - feline shifter.

credit @/teef