Ankyra Sound you know i'm afraid of little girl ghosts.

Pleased to see some form of recognition flit across Yami's face, Raleska settled. As much as a prickly pear like her was capable of settling, anyway.

Efficiently the girl strode away, an ear canted back to assure herself Yami was following. Upon hearing the stuttered utterance of Firefly's name her pace slowed, and she turned a whip-thin muzzle towards the girl with abrupt interest. "What did you call him? Before Firefly?" She apprised Yami then with a sharp gaze, mcsquint-styles as she awaited an answer.