The moonlight offers only a faded view of him even to those with sharp vision, the cloud’s shadows rolling overhead to make him flicker faintly while he watches her. He’s a little creeped out, if he is being honest, but nothing about him portrays it. She bleeds, bites it, spits it; bizarre. When her eyes settle onto him he internally shivers a little, but forces himself to perk up and walk forward.. He peels out of the shroud to meet her closing of distance between them with a little of his own, despite his immediate apprehension. Even the wind moans in an eerie fashion it’s been doing the entire time. This particular part of the beach seems to be staying misty, fingers of fog creeping around their ankles. Everything becomes coated in a sparkling layer of frost, even their breath curls from their nostrils in frozen white plumes. “Where am I?” Most of her talking up to now has appeared (to him) as incoherent or mumbling something he could not quite decipher. Admittedly he was quite lazy in trying to puzzle out random spooky strangers on the beach at night, but, it was the Field and he was trying to keep busy lately. Not to mention he was really hoping for a doe-eyed mare looking for a warm shoulder to lean on, or someone to snuggle under.This…does not appear to be that – but interesting none-the-less. He lets the question smolder for a moment, mixing with the ghostly surroundings already afoot. His white ears twist, one back and one just leaning out. Not the underworld, sorry..? This answer presses at his lips but he swallows it politely and says this instead, “Beqanna.” His voice is deep and without cracking, like a growl drawn up from the gallows of one’s chest. “One of its eastern shores, to be exact,” He flicks his nose to the darkness opened up beyond the shore, what lies rolling on in vastness after it, “and that is the Field.” c h e m d o g in absentia luci, tenebrae vincunt |
@[Yidhra] <3
