MAURTIA
The whispers of ghosts here are no different than what they had been in Pangea, though some of the familiar voices that Maurtia has come to know have been filtered out and replaced. She is attempting to learn the new ones - waiting for bits and scraps of their lives to come through. Maurtia is enjoying their stay here, it’s much more pleasant to wander the beach - even though the sand gets all caught in her long, dragging tail - than it was the canyons of Pangea. She pauses now and then, tilting her maneless head and neck as she listens to the voices. They sometimes grow stronger in certain spots, and she is paused on top of one of those areas when her ears catch the noise of life - of someone else on the beach.
All other thoughts are whisked right out of her head when she turns her head and spots him. Can you blame her? Immediately he reminds her of the armoured creatures in Pangea, but only vaguely. The ridges down his back, at least, speak of them though… okay that is where the resemblance stops. Perhaps he is a distant relation to them, the tropical version like how the birds here are so much more lively and colourful than the ones in that desolate and rocky home that they had left.
Certainly, none of those creatures had greeted her with a charming smile.
The glow of her white eyes is less obtrusive in the day but there’s a light in them anyways in the form of a smile as they track everything from those super cool antennae to the tip of his unique tail.
“I was looking for the ghosts I can hear.” She answers in an honest and casual voice, showing just how unremarkable this endeavour was for her. “But I think maybe they were leading me to you.” She says this part with an amused grin and in response to it, she gets a few protests from the voices she can hear but she is no longer focused on them and they fade into background noise. Maurtia can talk to the ghosts anytime she wishes, but the older boy standing before her is significantly more interesting than them right now. “Do you live here too? My family and I just moved in.”
All other thoughts are whisked right out of her head when she turns her head and spots him. Can you blame her? Immediately he reminds her of the armoured creatures in Pangea, but only vaguely. The ridges down his back, at least, speak of them though… okay that is where the resemblance stops. Perhaps he is a distant relation to them, the tropical version like how the birds here are so much more lively and colourful than the ones in that desolate and rocky home that they had left.
Certainly, none of those creatures had greeted her with a charming smile.
The glow of her white eyes is less obtrusive in the day but there’s a light in them anyways in the form of a smile as they track everything from those super cool antennae to the tip of his unique tail.
“I was looking for the ghosts I can hear.” She answers in an honest and casual voice, showing just how unremarkable this endeavour was for her. “But I think maybe they were leading me to you.” She says this part with an amused grin and in response to it, she gets a few protests from the voices she can hear but she is no longer focused on them and they fade into background noise. Maurtia can talk to the ghosts anytime she wishes, but the older boy standing before her is significantly more interesting than them right now. “Do you live here too? My family and I just moved in.”
@[Enoch]