Elsa liked for a starter. @iceflurries
Mikleo is wandering the sector, carefully avoiding people; all of the ones he’s seen in the past few minutes have either had the disturbing effect of skipping over a few words or actions and then returning to repeat them, or have been moving so fast they were sort of a blur.
He hopes those are people, anyway. He also rather hopes that since he’d seen both extremes that he’s in the middle and moving at rational person time. He thinks he wants to avoid people for a little while, but as soon as the concrete decision is made in his head, he feels... less of a domain and more of a small presence. It reminds him of... something that he feels like he should know. Rather, someone.
However, his child mind can’t remember it -- that’s a memory for the future, after all. Thoughts of keeping to himself upended and tossed out, he draws closer to the presence to see a white-haired young lady with coloration not unlike his own. Frowning, he blurts a sentence without thinking much ahead. “Are you a seraph too?”
