"Since you're all evidently just going to stand around in the daylight," Castor says, "I'm going to check the perimeter."

He doesn't walk away so much as he dissolves, his outline growing more abstract with each step. Ghosts can do that, when they don't want to be seen, and Hinnom could force him to refocus.. but ze doesn't bother. Castor's allowed his space! And besides, it isn't as if ze can't feel him just by thinking about the leash.

Riccin has trailed off: for a second, Hinnom thinks they're going to say something else, but Castor was right. They're all just standing there! Welll, whatever. Not like they can walk until Castor gets back.

"Is it?" Ze leans in, peering at their cloak, and oh, now ze can see it: two overlapping yellow circles, on the edge of their collar. It looks neat! Ze doesn't have any clothes with those, and although trolls have made noise about the lack, the only colour ze'd want a symbol in is maroon. But Castor said it wasn't allowed, and that was that.

"You got any powers?" ze asks, more to talk than out of real curiousity. The silence is dragging on and on, and they're not sure why, but it's boring as fuck. "I do! I'm a psychic."

A beat, and then ze adds: "That means I talk to ghosts."