ICE BE ON MY BODY -- open; return-ish

[musey]

[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:georgia;"]It was as though the presence of old souls led to a sort of magnetism, drawing out old faces from the depths and bringing them together. A former Ascendant, searching for peers from days past. Cav supposed he counted as someone Roman might recognize - he spent very little time here before his second disappearance, but he witnessed the beginning of the former clan all the same.

"I am as confused as you are." There's a chuckle there, half of a friendly smile. He was attracted to the sound of an unfamiliar voice, like any other - it was rare, he'd come to realize, to meet new faces around here, to catch a glimpse of excitement or change. He supposed that was part of the reason why he chose this place: it was quiet. "Do let me know if you ever figure out those tunnels."

They were both lost, in a sense, behind on the times and still struggling to realize that many, many things could change in the span of four seasons. Cav has disappeared around the same time, his stint in the Beyond rather unproductive; though in the meantime, clans had merged, familiar faces had vanished, and the world as they knew it had been turned on its head. The tiger offers a sympathetic look in Romanempire's direction. "Cavalrychoirs, though I believe we may have already met. It's just Cav, now."