Is that really you?
Res
Professor
11-27-2021, 09:45 PM
With her home flooded and the mushrooms and crystals pushing closer and closer to the skull where she lived, Iolaire had retreated to the strong walls of the castle that her mother had called home. The castle where her younger siblings now resided. It was hard to see them like that. It was hard to see anyone. They were all dead. Drifting along. Wraiths in a blowing world. Most of them didn't even realize that they were dead. It was unfortunate. As Io sprawled out in the dark grass, she fiddled with a little contraption. In her white tipped paws, she held a tiny prototype for a new sledge that she planned to craft in the winter. A little string tied to the front was pulled along between two dexterous digits and she surveyed the way that it moved over the grass. What changes could she make? What alterations were needed? A voice from behind and the heavy pressure of a presence beside her pulled the wily woman's green and gold eyes upwards. She blinked a few times, not entirely sure if the man beside her was real or not. When he didn't fade or disappear, Io's face screwed up slightly. "Ah, Sirius. You're dead too, I see." She gave her head a shake and went back to looking at her tiny sleigh. "Unfortunate," she added almost as an afterthought. "Speech" |
Io has a dwarf caribou companion and a snow leopard companion. Assume they aren't with her unless stated otherwise.