we were never gonna catch fire ✧ joiner

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LAEGLIN NIAZAI LINGRÉ

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[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] Quiet came his steps, gaze quiet, his head lifted to bring in scents and sounds from around himself. He had been traveling for long enough, that most of the scent of the Palm Glades would have washed away, more recent the scent of Tanglewood from his stop there on the way here. He had left the Palm Glades, in search of a place where he might better fit in. He felt like a strangely shaped puzzle piece, bizarre his shape and hard to stick into one place. Ever constant was change, but it could only do so much for the vagabonds.

He wasn't running from any crime, unless one could count his accidental death as a crime he bore. Exhale would come heavily, his gaze on the dark night sky over his head, eyes sliding closed as he sat down to take a break. He remembered the Coalition, from when his father's group, Alithís Evgenis had allied themselves with them. He didn't know what had happened after the disbandment of his home, he'd stayed with the Palm Glades with the younger children until they too had disappeared to the arms of time.

Now upon their borders he sat, strawberry-blond pelt showing his identity for those who might have seen him so long ago. No longer captured in his disabled and half-broken body, he was within a functioning body, one he was more at ease with than the tiger's skin he had worn when he had been reborn in the sea. Gaze opening to the sky, he would sit in solemn silence as meteors rained and danced across the sky, his ears standing up, mind captured in thoughts of his family and amused thoughts of what his worshippers and followers would think of when they saw this same meteor shower, wherever they may be in their own rights.  -

[W]isker