Moonspear the herobrine

Sialuk slipped alongside her, as naturally and welcomed as Meerkat’s own shadow. She turned toward the pale woman and managed a half-smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes.

Hi, she said quietly. The air here is so fresh. It kind of burns but in a cleansing sort of way, Meerkat mused, knowing she would never want to smell the ocean ever again.

She took a few more deep breaths and then took a step back to seat herself, angling her face toward Sialuk. They had seen one another over the past few days, of course, but Meerkat hadn’t had the energy for anything resembling a conversation. Now she felt she did.

How are things here? she asked. How are you?