done runnin down the moon

Magdalene feels the heat of his stare. Her skin prickles as she turns to stare back awkwardly at him. "Do I got dirt or something in my fur?" She questions softly, suddenly feeling very self conscious. It wasn't like her to care, but at the same time, he was giving her a weird look...

When the wind picks up sending another wail into the air, the moment is broken and she's left blinking away the tension. A good shake of her fur helps as she's turning an ear in his direction to hear his words. "Magdalene, but please call me Mags, Maggie, Mag," she insisted, another small wave of her tail before the seriousness of their surroundings lays back down.

Letting out a thoughtful hum, she looks around. "I'm not sure. These things look old so surely they can't be new?" Mags questions, giving Corsair a glance before taking a few steps closer to the nearest spire. Truthfully, this was her first time away from home so she had no idea.

"Magdalene"