Little Bit of This. Little Bit of That.

Albion was quick to answer that it was spirits playing with them. Or their gifts, he added. Scylla frowned. She didn't think that she had these gifts that her mother and father spoke of. Apparently her mother had premonitions and her father used to be able to see the dead. The blue and cream child had never had an inkling of any sort of gifts. Perhaps her brother did, but she wasn't certain how much of it was fact and how much of it was wishful thinking.

Scylla's ears pulled back as the pair of spirits frolicked down the beach, their glow waning with each step until they disappeared fully from view. The burning blue fireflies went with them. "I think I want to go home." It wasn't that she was scared, but the girl had a lot to think about. "Will you go with me?" Mismatched eyes shifted upwards to meet her brother's pale blue gaze.

"Scylla Klein"