WHAT YOU TRIED TO SAY TO ME [o, ghost]

[Owlie]

Perhaps, the Ascendents’ Starpool held a little magic. The spirit felt strongest here- his form was almost whole. Anakin’s Ghost was a sight to behold: it walked across the lake with deliberate pawsteps, light and touching the water with the utmost ease. Its ethereal body glowed a blue hue, its fur in monotone cyans. The ghost’s mane was thick and dark- for lions, this was a sign of age and prowess. It flowed gently, smoky and lush as it trailed down under the spirit’s torso. Ivory, pupiless eyes still expressed direction and all the emotions it needed to- as they, too, brought some sense of power to the being.

The lion was immaculate, his mane perfectly groomed and his skin scarless. Anakin stopped, opening his mouth to release an unneeded yawn, showing clean teeth, and, just for a moment, the sense of breathing. Anakin released a small roar as he did this, turning back and looking in the direction of the other groups.

The lion wondered what they would try to do about him being here. He didn’t particularly have any weight on any matter, his spirit merely felt a strong connection to the Force here, so he was here.

He looked towards the Typhoon. Perhaps.... the Force wanted him to protect this place?