home is where the heart is (buried beneath the floorboards)

The delight that crossed the smaller woman's face made a smile form over Lurid's own delicate features. The pale goddess stood before her sister and waved her tail behind her as Atropos spoke. Words may not come easy to the little witch, but in that moment a small laugh bubbled up from Lurid. "I did indeed find you, little one. It is good to see you. Now, come on. We have a home to discover." With a tip of her ivory and golden crown, Lurid motioned for the smaller woman to follow her. Moving through the room and to the door that led further into the ship's belly.

Mirovis settled here, came together and learned here. Lurid would have to show her sister how to navigate the deep, dark halls of their home. "The rooms for us are one deck up, I will show you my room, and then you can pick yours." Another turn and up a flight of metal stairs, her paws stayed silent, not even a nail click. She kept her claws lifted to avoid the noise of paw steps, it was a pet peeve of hers to hear the clicking of her own nails. Her pale color and ability to seem to float silently gave her the nickname Ghost. Perhaps her longer legs made it hard for her sister to keep up, Lurid was excited.