Porcupine Ridge katakan

stigmata was indeed tangled deep in his own thoughts, but he was not so devolved with his surroundings that he had missed the tender-footed approach of a beachcombed sylph. from the corner of his eye he watched her come nearer, and nearer - absent of any malice in her buoyant step - until she was touching him.

it was a disgraceful introduction, considering he had not invited her to fondle him, and stigmata recoiled from her with a dreadful glare. she went on to explain herself, but the wraith was only half-listening, his mood trickling rapidly past displeased. "excuse me, finch," he said tightly, addressing her by name, to both prove that he had heard her and ensure that there was no confusion; "you are a spectacular creature, i am sure, and i will most certainly keep your company... but, touch me again without invitation and it may just be the very last thing you do."

the basilisk gave a foreboding ripple, and then settled with a slicking of his tall ears. "if we can get past these bungled first impressions, we may band together for a time."