Stuck Under The Covers

Soft snowflakes floated slowly down to the earth as Lurid watched the skies, the backlit clouds gleaming like silhouetted silver. Mirovis had been settled in the far north away from Boreas, the clouds formed patterns that seemed troubling, and the bitch-goddess found herself once again spending the sleepless night outside in quiet contemplation. There was a lot on her mind lately, but with the weather turning ominous, Lurid felt the urge to move her growing family somewhere sheltered. If they could not fully move south, that was. The ivory devil would have to take stock of those she called to follow her soon anyway, as well as send Samael off to hopefully bring her pack home. There was still a question of where to settle, but when she pulled everyone together she hoped to have an answer to that.

Despite the cold, her thick coat kept her warm enough that she wouldn't catch her death, though every now and then a particularly biting breeze would ruffle her crystalline pelt. The ones who knew Lurid understood that she much preferred the night to the glaring brightness of the day. Her eyes, while mystifying and hypnotic, were highly sensitive to the light and as a result, Lurid usually stuck to the less harsh times of the day. The winds shifted, bringing with it a signature cologne that wafted through the trees and announced his proximity long before he actually arrived.

The ghost of a smile tugged at the corners of rosy lips as she turned her head in the direction the scent originated, silent paws carrying her the short distance to meet him. Porcelain ears raising at the familiar painted form of Kefka as she approached from behind and to the left of him, her appearance would seem sudden to most. Kefka seemed to be the perceptive sort, though how perceptive she hadn't seen for herself, though even the most perceptive often startled when Lurid decided to reveal herself in such a ghostly fashion. "Good evening, Kefka, I hope you rested before seeking me out. How is little Relm?" Her duo-toned voice rang clear with genuine cordial tones, while they had not gotten to speak often, Lurid had invested care in the clown man's well-being and that of his daughter. Things were coming together, and soon her dreams would come true, Kefka was a part of that now.