Blowing This Joint

Of course Albion would have to get in on the fun. He always followed her around, didn't he? When Scylla kicked the rat away, it flew right into her pale siblings grasp. His claws unsheathed and he smacked the glowing rodent. Ah, but Scylla wasn't going to let him have all the fun. She had revenge on her mind. As the rat was smacked away, the long tailed girl dove, landing hard upon it with all four feet. There was a loud snapping sound and the rodent stopped struggling. The blue glow gradually faded away until there was nothing left but an old dead rat. No glow. No fun.

With a huff, Scylla turned her mismatched gaze towards her hulking brother. "Now what are we going to do?" With the rat dead, her fun was gone. The girl just so happened to look upwards while searching for something else to kill time when she noticed an odd sight. The fireflies that had once been spinning around above them were all frozen. Not just still, but frozen. They didn't move. They didn't blink. Every single last blue dot simply stood there in time like far of stars. It was... unnerving. "Maybe we should go play on the beach again?" She asked her brother before slinking away down the path towards the white sand beach.

Once out on the sand, Scylla felt better. Wide open space, no creepy blue bugs. Or whatever they were. They weren't really bugs, were they? The pair had found that out when they went out to inspect the tree. One of the lights had disappeared when it touched her nose. The grown ups didn't seem to know what they were either. In fact, the grown ups seemed a little scared of the lights and the glowing things. To Scylla, they were just a thing. She was born into this glowing time and so it was normal for her. Still.. she hadn't liked the way that the lights froze when she killed the rat. That had been really weird.

The girl seated herself on the beach, looking out to sea much the same as she had the night that the specters had come out of the waves. "Now what do we do?" The island was boring. Maybe her brother had a better idea. If he just wanted to sit there and watch something though... Scylla was going to bail. Noticing a few rat scratches on her paw, the girl licked the wounds and pressed a bit of fallen palm leaf atop it to staunch the trickle of blood. She wasn't very good at this healing thing yet, but she would be eventually.

"Scylla Klein"