Northern Lights

ooc: I think that this is a good place, where we can finish this thread. Thank you a lot for sticking with it so long - I enjoyed it a lot and I think that Thistle and Osprey got to know a lot about each other. :)

"A voodoo shaman - creepy, but... kinda cool," Osprey replied. She had heard a great deal about them and the fact that they could theoretically raise the dead from the grave or control living people made them very fascinating creatures. At the same time she had never felt a desperate need to meet one in real life. There were some characters she preferred to leave in stories only.

Talking with someone had had a positive effect on Osprey, because she had forgotten about the lonliness she had felt earlier. Thistle was a nice companion to have - a lot different from what the gray lady was herself - yet all the more admirable for that. Osprey yawned, feeling suddenly tiredness and sleepiness creeping up her limbs and taking over her body.

"I think that I will go and try to get some sleep," she told her with another yawns. "Thanks, Thistle, for stopping by - it really helped," she smiled. Then - after waiting a little to hear, what the other had to say, she left the leader and returned to her temporary den.