[His little bird. He can't help the grin, nor it's sharpness.]
That one's a feral cat. A force of chaos. I foresee great things if she can learn a bit of self-control.
[If by great things, one thinks of a wilder Estella under a far more vicious Miss Havisham.]
I'd say I can imagine. Mostly I can't. It's nothing to me without the aid of drugs or unusual blood. Or certain powers.
[He smirks briefly before shaking his head and frowning about the amenities.]
No. I've been melding into the earth at dawn and coming out once it's dark again. And the smells around the crowded campground. People aren't washing enough. I can tell you that.
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That one's a feral cat. A force of chaos. I foresee great things if she can learn a bit of self-control.
[If by great things, one thinks of a wilder Estella under a far more vicious Miss Havisham.]
I'd say I can imagine. Mostly I can't. It's nothing to me without the aid of drugs or unusual blood. Or certain powers.
[He smirks briefly before shaking his head and frowning about the amenities.]
No. I've been melding into the earth at dawn and coming out once it's dark again. And the smells around the crowded campground. People aren't washing enough. I can tell you that.