@onikind / starter call.
💛 💜 ❤️ || the underground of her own home is NO STRANGER to crystalline deposits. the hellfire heat makes the most beautiful formations, and despite the growing pit of DESPAIR within her stomach, she finds a nostalgic wave overwhelming her. chin resting upon the palms of her hands, as much as she feels like she should worry or panic, she's just letting this particular experience take her for a ride. no doubt, the mind reader would find SOMETHING to fuss over sooner or later …
she leans forward, elbows pressed into her knees, as an INTERESTING figure crosses the pathway below her. an unmistakable pair of horns, an aura she could never misplace, she is reminded of a friend from before this island —- and a friend she met more recently on TOP of that. the faint scent of sake tickles her nostrils. NOSTALGIC indeed!
❝do you think you could WRESTLE one of those crystallised yeti without SPILLING a single drop of your drink? it sounds like a talent you'd have … ❞
