tantalize
infinity overhead
and i whisper, are you listening?
Prowling her way over to stand by Sunday, all mahogany fur and jaguar spots, it’s probably a good thing she can’t hear or see Wichita’s thoughts. The mere image or mention of any species of lion was likely to set her right over the edge, largely in part of that crazy nightmare she had the other night. Perhaps knowing that Lion was rotting six feet under would have soothed her soul… Or make it worse. That was the trouble with Liz, she never really knew what she wanted.
Pointedly ignoring the stallion, she focuses her attention towards the other two. ”Tantalize.” She offers her name in greeting, giving a slight nod in gesture of a welcome and introduction. Then falling silently, for what information of current affairs could she possibly give? Wichita and Rapscallion from the Gates. The Gates…. She has to shake the dust off her memory before the name means something to her. The place where her Uncle had called home. Uncle Magnus. One of the few family members she had ever gave a shit about and who had ever gave a shit about her. Tragedy the way he had died.
”Magical stipulations?” She is drawn back into the conversation and looks questioningly at the other two, not sure what they are talking about. The tattoos had come long after she had gone so when she had returned it had seemed that nothing had changed when in fact everyone else’s world had turned upside down.