Ray
Have you ever heard a shadow?
A whisper at night?
A whisper at night?
Ray nods in understanding as she begins to remove the mushrooms. Claws digging into the bark, she carefully carved out the pieces where the fungi were attached. Soon the Attuned is removing long strips from the tree, ones that she'll carry back home later. Ray politely ignores the spark of pain Locke unintentionally sends but it does feel another surge of sympathy. The jaguar is clearly struggling with something, something too personal for a stranger to pry into though.
Focusing on her task, Ray is grateful to have Locke keeping the pumpkins at bay. His mention of a ship catches her attention. He could mean any ship, but something about his demeanor has her considering another option. You from the Ark?
Focusing on her task, Ray is grateful to have Locke keeping the pumpkins at bay. His mention of a ship catches her attention. He could mean any ship, but something about his demeanor has her considering another option. You from the Ark?
The soft sound of paws,
In the dead of night?
In the dead of night?
