Otatso Wetlands When I get low I prefer the cold

i sincerely apologize for this boy Dx

She jerked away from him, backlit eyes turning to stare elsewhere, like he wasn’t even there. Qeorvik’s frown deepened, his frustration building as she continued in her refusal to acknowledge him.

The auric diviner seemed lost, seeing everything and nothing all at once, as if peering into the whirling depths of a crystal ball; he turned his head to see what she was looking at, but saw nothing other than icy woodland, stretching on and on as far as the eye could see. He looked back at her, and he would have smacked his lips if he could. But since he couldn’t, he’d smack something.

Qeorvik lifted a paw and sought to ungently slap it down on her head.