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A flicker of confusion then curiosity flashed across Bellatrix's features. "You sound like you speak from experience," she observed. "Much as I'd like to believe that everything must come to an end eventually and such concepts should only make their home in the hypothetical, how strong a will...

Bellatrix didn't spare the creature another response beyond an almost smug look that said 'suit yourself'. She looked down at her paws. "One of the only things I remember before my loss is drowning but I don't think I died, not in the literal sense at least," she muttered. Though the final...

Bellatrix didn't so much as flinch at the outburst. There was a judgmental glint in her eye though her expression remained otherwise unreadable. "I can see why you landed yourself in that body." Was all she said in response.

Zorua took a final sip of her tea as she acknowledged Eco's name. "Bellatrix is my name," she replied, "most would do well to remember it." She placed her, now empty, cup to the side taking in the atmosphere and environment. She greatly preferred it over the desert, it was closer to home...

"It's of little concern to me," Zorua replied evenly, taking another sip of her tea. She liked this one, perhaps she was the only other sensible individual in the area but at her next question, she simply tilted her head upwards. "Nothing important. Just something I was handling before I came...

"I haven't heard many myself," Zorua stiffly replied. "Very few records  do exist but they're more attributed to cosmic accident than any greater purpose. "Still, a definitive explanation would be nice."

Zorua had elected to ignore any further requests for her to keep singing, choosing to instead have some tea by the the typhlosion. She tended to just roll her eyes at the ongoing antics. That was until the deerling drew her attention. Hisui? yes the name sounded familiar but the observation...

Zorua waited with bated breath for an answer but when none came, her expression shifted from one of cautious curiosity to disapproval, ear flicking as it did. She didn't like being ignored. She didn't like being left in the dark but at the very least, she had seen just enough to get a good idea...

There had been pain. The intense burn in the throat and stomach lining, a sharp stab like a knife to the gut and the pounding of the headache comparable to the gift of being given seven concussions in rapid succession. Sleep had been the one thing capable of warding it off. No concoction from...