Sweet Nothing [Open]

Her head cocked this way and that, trying to get her thoughts to focus on the wolf, rather than the incessant drips of water. It was difficult for her. To focus, to concentrate. The voices were scattered, speaking their opinions on both until they became indescribable. White noise in the back of her skull. She hated this feeling, when they became confused, speaking of different things and suddenly these caverns held no appeal to her. She was disoriented, the voices needed to be able to focus, if they could not... she could not figure out herself from...well herself. It was all very complex and complicated. Ghost had never thought of the future, she was far too busy living amongst her own mental illness to really worry about tomorrow. Her joining Valhalla... it had been a spur of the moment decision, something that had peeked her interest at the time and little more. She had figured one day she would simply vanish and no one would be the wiser, for all of their talk of family and the bond, they had made no effort to include her in anything. Only assigned her tasks and expected them completed. Perhaps it had been for the better. When she was silent, a lingering presence, she was ignored. No one could see how utterly screwed her mind really was.

That was of course, save for Octavian. He hadn't even been a wolf of Valhalla. They had met fleetingly somewhere in no man's land, and she had clearly sparked his interest, something that had no happened since she had abandoned her family. She was polite, quiet, gentle, but these traits made her easily forgettable. But he saw something within her... what exactly that was she was almost afraid to ask. She was an utter mess and she knew it.

"You wish to accompany me?" Her voice, airy, light, gentle, did little to hide her bewilderment at such a statement. A gentle smile curled her maw and her tail brushed back and forth. "I would be...honored to have your company, Octavian." How odd it would be to have a companion once more.