1/9/2025, 4:07 AM
She shook, and then sat up, staring at the boy with wide golden eyes. Her colors weren't so dark, tinted with a soft rosy hue surely acquired from the Courtesan. Her face, though, carried a distinct splash of stars across it.
Curious. He heavily considered calling her ugly, but then his two-toned eyes dropped to peer at the nosebleed drip-drip-dripping into the snow below.
Insults were boring. He was curious to know what she'd seen. What haunted her. Viciously, desperately, Sverke hoped it was worse than his own - that way he might have something to be thankful for. The fur along her spine was lifted, and Sverke's hackles had mirrored the posturing before he was even aware. He narrowed his gaze at her challengingly - a warning, however mild-mannered.
What did you see?
She said hi.
The boy flicked his ear firmly, dismissively.
Did you have a vision? What was it?
