Eighth Shadow: [Action]
[Stray is sitting on a low wall, staring up at the stars. They aren't as bright or as numerous as the ones back home, but... Well. Stars are stars and they make her feel safe, in an odd removed way.
She is singing softly to herself, though she doesn't really know what she's doing. The words are odd and twisty, the melody haunting and beautiful.]
((OOC: I thought I'd give both my muses one last fun time before throwing them into Hell, so. Here's Stray, for her last performance for a while.))
She is singing softly to herself, though she doesn't really know what she's doing. The words are odd and twisty, the melody haunting and beautiful.]
((OOC: I thought I'd give both my muses one last fun time before throwing them into Hell, so. Here's Stray, for her last performance for a while.))