Arrow Lake In her face, the mirror of your dreams.

skippable for now <3

he held his tongue, listening as the words exchanged freely between basilisk and loner. ingram could not chase the scurrying feeling that bumped around in his mind; she was familiar, why was she familiar, why?

he resolved to ask her later, if she was indeed accepted, if they had ever met. he knew, from what chusi had imparted, that there were parts of his life blotted out he had no earthly idea had transpired. for now he would be the dark sentinel that supervised this rather strange discourse -- he could not help but feel there was an edge of coyness to both their words. ah well -- not his business, though he felt rather awkward standing there like a silent and ignorant oaf.