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The sun was slowly setting, staining the Lake of the Koi with a warm orange and welcoming Spirale citizens to light candles for their lost and remembered.

Ori dipped a hand into the water, well-hidden beneath the dock leading into the centre of the lake. They sat upon one of the wooden supports, eyes closed; they were listening in on the sounds of the evening, feeling the reverberations as they dipped their hand into the water. Still warm, but cooling as the night approached.

Footsteps above drew the spirit guardian out of their meditative state, eyes blinking open slowly, as if previously locked closed with sleep. They rubbed at their face and looked up with a curious hum, noticing people passing the dock, candles in hand, murmuring amongst themselves. They turned yet again when they felt ripples reaching their hand, withdrawing it from the water and quickly looking to what was moving about - a boat, full of lit candles and lanterns. They tilted their head, lost on what was going on.

Ori made their way up the support beams, planting their hands on the edge of the dock and peering at some of the people passing - they would have asked literally anyone about the current events, but the familiarity of this certain bug ... he was just too striking.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Quirrel!

You’ll be housed in Apartment 364!

You’ll retain your speed, but it will be reduced by half. You’ll also receive a toothpick.

For whatever reason, the citizens of this kingdom tended to chase them during the day. Though it hurt and the spirit guardian didn’t understand the reasons, they didn’t have trouble with staying out of sight - but night was different.

Right now, they were hopping roof to roof of the Opalarian kingdom, little hooves click-clacking against the tiles as they fled themselves, of all things. Was it themselves? Were they dreaming? A quick look over their shoulder and the lock of their eyes with the other confirmed they were not - the dread they felt was all too real, not as vague as dreams usually were.

Speaking of dread, the other Ori had just thrown a Light Burst their way. A gasp and sharp turn to the right, and they took a leap of faith and jumped off the roof as it exploded into brilliant, burning light, bringing their hands forward when they realised they were literally going to dive into a water channel.

With a clean splash, they were in. Ori shook their head and immediately glanced upwards, bringing their front hands in towards their chest after casting the water-breathing spell over themself. They began paddling deeper down the channel, away from the surface where their glow would easily be spotted, and kept close to the wall.

And ... wow. These channels were so much deeper and more complex than they originally thought ...

Ori paused, grabbing a support beam running to the surface and holding onto it, tail and legs curling around its circumference. They could see an eerie, pale seafoam glow a short distance away ... what was that? Ori squinted. And then, from that glow, a vibration spread through the water that made them shiver - as if something was smacked, or hit.

Disney Headcanon Meme

Pinocchio - How honest is your muse? What is their moral stance on white lies?

Ghost sees no reason to lie. They’ll tell the absolute truth even when it may be best not to, because lying is one of the more nuanced parts of social communication, and they just don’t understand it. They also don’t know why others would, either–they know people do, but the reasons confuse them.

Tarzan - How did the place your muse grew up in affect them?

Well, they don’t remember ‘growing up’ in Hallownest, partially because they never grew up to begin with and partially because they left shortly after escaping the Abyss, forfeiting their memories along with their faint sentience, meaning they don’t remember much of what they did outside the kingdom either. But their time in Hallownest has still affected them; it’s taught them how to run, how to survive. That life is fleeting and can be taken away at any moment, so it’s best not to get attached. There’s a certain beauty in abandoned places, but it’s best not to get too comfortable in any one area. Always prepare for the worst. Everyone around you has lost something dear to them. And, of course, to dream is a terribly dangerous thing.

101 Dalmatians - Does your muse have a large collection of any particular thing?

Do their badges count? In addition to the nifty abilities and strength boosts the badges grant, Ghost started enjoying seeing how many they could find, admiring the designs and craftsmanship even if they have no personal attachment to things like that. They’ve probably started collecting buttons and pins in Spirale. Other than that, they’re prone to keeping little trinkets that may not be worth anything, but that they find interesting or that remind them of a past time; this can include anything from funny shaped rocks to abandoned, rusted-over jewelry. They’re just a tiny bit of a magpie.

Sleeping Beauty - What is the worst possible curse your muse could face?

That’s a good question! Hmm....

Hollow has their head tilted for a while before they start to type.

mixedon the one hand for the most part i am free from what i wasbut on the other i wish i could learn about hallownest through my own eyes with my own freedomi end up feeling torn

A nod.