Cerulean Cape i just want to occupy your mind

 the forest is quiet, something normally samothes desires; today it feels oppressive and he finds himself wandering out to the coast. samaantine's sudden appearance has shaken him more than he'd care to admit. what is the good of turning over a new leaf if the old one comes right along with you? although she'd seemed no more interest in communicating with him than he is with her, still a part of him wonders. it was easy not to worry about back home when the good child was there to steer them all into prosperity and peace or what have you. it is harder when she is here for some reason and will not tell you why. 

troublesome witch. with a huff he settles himself in the sand, one paw folded elegantly over the other, and lays his chin upon his feet. the breeze is cold but refreshing against the perpetual gloom of ravensblood, and he finds himself drifting without thought after a short while.