04-24-2021, 01:54 AM
Vistarious. The name was familiar, with Morag Tong recalling hearing a bit about her back when he had first joined. When explanations about the tribe's religion and culture had been thrown at him left and right. Some of it had been lost in the shuffle, although he hadn't forgotten her shared significance with Harpous. With this in mind, the tiger watched Kainan begin to work in momentary silence, his red gaze narrowing before he spoke, "She's the goddess of the moon and the stars, correct?" He glanced to the side briefly, a bit of embarrassment slipping into his voice as he continued, "I must admit... most of the details regarding her have slipped my mind, at this point." He hardly seemed to be the only one, however. He found that Harpous was brought up far more often around the tribe than Vistarious was.
I'M SICK OF THIS TOWN, I'VE BEEN STICKING AROUND FOR TOO LONG. I GOTTA LEAVE! IN THE MORNINGS I WAKE UP AND I CAN'T GET HAPPY. AND WHEN THE NIGHT FALLS — I CAN'T EVEN BREATHE!
morag tong, the colorful fool — spiritualist of the tribe of the molten spirits — tiger — tags
morag tong, the colorful fool — spiritualist of the tribe of the molten spirits — tiger — tags