Like parted souls, divided for an age ;;

She wasn't there, and then she was. It's almost as though the simple, lilting, breeze had brought her. The bay patched form of Spirit is beginning to look better. Her pelt has smoothed out, and she appears to be filling in again, though, her ribs are still very much there. Still, she is as capable as she had been before. Don't let her stature fool you.

Her void-like eyes look upon Zacharias first, already knowing Ophelia and her demigod son are to her left. It has been a while since she had seen the tanned King of the South, and he is as she had left him. Though, she can tell that he his not as listless as he had been. Emotionless, and still, Spirit keeps her mouth shut.

She is here, mostly, because Ophelia had requested her presence. Spirit is also here, because she assumes that Noein will be here as well. Ofcoarse Ophelia is staying here, for as long as she needs to. Spirit might also remain here as well. It all depends on what Ophelia wants of her.

Her blackened gaze turns over to look upon Ophelia and her child, a smile creeping over her maw, reassuring, hopefully, to the young one. The darkness here is little to worry about with Ophelia's light around.


Spirit
Priest x Envy
Wanderer
Psychic lvl III