just another day - open; intro

[daniel]

He didn't visit the lighthouse often. Really, the only time was there was when he was sure no one else was, or at the very least it was occupied by very few, and only when he was looking for specific books or, in the case of this current visit, paper or something of the like. A new budding interest in cartography was slowly creating itself in the back of his mind, and you simply couldn't do that without the main two things. Paper, ink. A tired little sigh had escaped from the back of his throat when he saw Keona and Roan, however, feeling deep in his chest cavity an unusual crushing sense of guilt, like he wasn't supposed to be here and that anything he used from the lighthouse was not his to utilize.

All strange feelings of being a sneaky little delinquent were pushed aside, however, when he caught a new, unfamiliar voice. He hadn't been here as long as the others, sure, but he had been hanging around the crew for long enough to sort of get a sense of familiarity of most. This was a stranger for sure, and Roan even flat out said it. What did this new face look like? Would a face match the voice when he got to see? Pretty standard questions, though when Danny finally did work up the courage to peer over the shoulders of the Dealer and the Soothsayer, his dark ears immediately lowered in shock, eyes widening in what could have easily been fear. It was more like, dread, but that wasn't too far off. His side bumped against the wall when he backed up, jumping with a strangled yelp. Whoops. Was that a ghost? People weren't supposed to be faint, or see through, or....no, no they were solid. Solid. His blood felt very cold, and his stomach dropped into the metaphorical void.

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