Lone Star Mountain obloquy of newness

He lifted his brows, then realised she was talking of Myrto. "She is Myrto, a Deer Mouse. She is my familiar, a soul bound companion I went on a quest to search for guided by the stars." He smiled softly in his cool, charming way. Something in him half wondered if she would be confused, but he didn't mind. He was always happy to answer questions involving Magick.

"Perhaps one day you will find your familiar. You will know if you're right because you feel stronger, fuller. Like they've always been there." His eyes seemed to reflect the speckled sky above, Myrto scuttling down his side and leg as if she'd always sat atop him and scampered towards the merle female, sitting up and sniffing at her paws.
Sheigrim chuckled softly like a breeze through oak leaves. "She likes you." He commented, glad for it too. It meant she was a good one. "I'm Sheigrim, but you can call me Sheri."