it's not your fault that you're always wrong
"Plenty of company where I am, thanks," comes Jack's drawling reply, and he shakes the bottle at Aurelia as if to inform her that he's just fine. He does glance around towards the edge of the beach, though, like Zephyr should be turning up whenever he remembers in his old-man head that he's got somewhere to be.
As he glances back, watchingSaiden with his seabird and Melita with her shells, a fluffy cat, black as pitch, hops over the log he's sitting on to prowl towards the group. "Oh fuck off," Jack tells the feline - something which she, of course, ignores.
Indeed, she ends up sitting presumptuously on Aurelia's knee, sniffing at her plate of food and fixing her with big yellow eyes. "Lights," she says, clear as a bell.
As he glances back, watching
Indeed, she ends up sitting presumptuously on Aurelia's knee, sniffing at her plate of food and fixing her with big yellow eyes. "Lights," she says, clear as a bell.
Jack being an Abandoned is common knowledge these days, however his Telepathy remains a well-kept secret:
Magic: Passive Telepathy | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 30ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Type: Grey | Rank: Mastered
Also branded with a small star tattoo beneath his left eye.
