Ankyra Sound That perfume lingers in your hair

caiaphas paused as firefly lingered at a patch of shattered oyster shells, no doubt the remnant cache of an intrepid gull's -- she scanned the sky as if expecting the bird's visitation any moment, but no shadow darkened the grey skies.

moving on, the sylph examined firefly's words, and the strangled manner of his admittance that there was blood lingering in the monolith forest. she sniffed, fixing her gaze on the massive boughs that flanked the monolith forest's perimeter. "there is something to investigate." she commented dryly, having little interest in examining the paranormal or the spooky. "if its the forest that draws the most emotion out of you, perhaps that is a part of your past self coming to life again, the part of you that you maybe forgot."