damn, if these walls could talk / return

[elijah]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 9pt;"]Elijah flinches at the hiss of Carmen, feathers bristling at the sound before he visibly relaxes, realising that the huff of the creature was no less threatening than that of a crow. His whiskers twitch, nose scrunching at the words that they were in fact strangers. He could have sworn he recognised those sanguine eyes from anywhere, but maybe there had been other individuals or they hadn't formally met. When he was a child, he liked to 'hunt' down dragons because he thought of them all as evil. It wasn't a very useful pastime because his poor uncle also happened to be one of those dragons. Now Elijah knew that the abyssal creature was an ally, someone who would look out for him. He still wonders where Luciferus is now, ears piping up at the sound of his name being spoken. "I haven't seen him...or uncle Lucifer," the boy mews softly, "And I only just returned myself. Do you, uh, need help settling back in, Kirishima?"