"You should make this quick," Castor says from behind you. Ghosts aren't bothered by the sunlight 'cause they're just psychic imprints. There's no ganderbulbs to be hurt by the changing light, and so he's trailing Marduk, and you're following him, your gaze reduced to black-lashed slits.
There's no point in keeping your ganderbulbs open, anyway. Even with the hood of the cloak shading your vision, it's going to be a minute before they stop watering enough for you to see. You love using the sewers to go around - no people, no bother - but that's gotta be the worst part of it all: popping out and having the sun yell howdy, all bright and personal.
Castor's talking still, but you ignore him. Mardie gets weirded out whenever you start talking to ghosts around her, and besides, Castor doesn't care if you're listening or not, not really: he talks while you're asleep and he talks while you're awake, and even if you were dead, your pretty sure he'd still be there, yakking away at your gross huskbody.
But sometimes he says things worth paying attention to.
"There's two people up ahead," he reports a few moments later. "A lowblood.. and a highblood?"
That's weird. It's way past noon: almost no one's awake at this time of day, and you've never actually seen a highblood in person before. "Hey, Mardie," you chirp, darting forward until you're in step beside her. "There's folks up ahead!"
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"You should make this quick," Castor says from behind you. Ghosts aren't bothered by the sunlight 'cause they're just psychic imprints. There's no ganderbulbs to be hurt by the changing light, and so he's trailing Marduk, and you're following him, your gaze reduced to black-lashed slits.
There's no point in keeping your ganderbulbs open, anyway. Even with the hood of the cloak shading your vision, it's going to be a minute before they stop watering enough for you to see. You love using the sewers to go around - no people, no bother - but that's gotta be the worst part of it all: popping out and having the sun yell howdy, all bright and personal.
Castor's talking still, but you ignore him. Mardie gets weirded out whenever you start talking to ghosts around her, and besides, Castor doesn't care if you're listening or not, not really: he talks while you're asleep and he talks while you're awake, and even if you were dead, your pretty sure he'd still be there, yakking away at your gross huskbody.
But sometimes he says things worth paying attention to.
"There's two people up ahead," he reports a few moments later. "A lowblood.. and a highblood?"
That's weird. It's way past noon: almost no one's awake at this time of day, and you've never actually seen a highblood in person before. "Hey, Mardie," you chirp, darting forward until you're in step beside her. "There's folks up ahead!"