ORIGIN - Whispering Void

Tiny paws raced as swiftly as they could carry a small, chubby body. It had been some time now since Ailia has crashed to the dark, cold floors of Tunnel K. While her eyes were open, they were still yet blue in their hue and not quite so sharp. But she had grown to know of her world, even only if it was in the barest of traces. But she wanted to know more. She had to know more. It was that drive that made her slip from Amira's side and wander into the darkened tunnels.

She had traveled a good distance and her paws had grown tired. But there was a whispering of something she had never experienced before. Wind. It was just ahead now. With another surge, Ailia pushed herself, eventually coming to the cavern of Monoceros, though she did not know it's name. To her, it was a place of wonder. The light breeze tickled her fur and she squeaked in delight, batting her small paws at the unseen thing.

A thought crossed her mind and a smirk across her face. Crouching in the opening of a shallow gorge, her tail flicked wildly, the green amber glinting in the low lighting. She had to try. Ailia had recently learned that it was possible for her to throw her voice and the curious cat couldn't resist seeing what it would do in here.

@Fleur

She'd gained back some of the weight that had been lost wandering, searching for her brother's murderer. The skunk's figure had filled out, rounded, muscles gaining back their mass after two weeks of nigh-starvation. She'd settled right back into the drills Diamondfang had instilled in her since infancy, fresh cuts and scrapes accumulating along her legs and chest, head always held high from a mix of the arrogant pride that always seemed to cloak the mongoose and the fear of losing her cold, heavy crown.

Fleur had settled back in the shadows of Monoceros, panting after another training session, strange pink-red eyes tracking the other Merrymen. So far, she'd only spoken to Magdalena in any depth. Her gaze wandered to the thin Gembound, always so elegant and delicate, now followed by her children. At first it had made her jealous, and then disgusted by herself. Eve's advice rang in her ears every other day, it seemed, urging her on to bring back the dead.

Which... no. She couldn't. Because it was bad enough that Florence was gone, but it would be worse if she brought him back and he didn't remember her. It's not worth it, not here. They would take him away from me. It was a conviction, one she knew to be true. Fleur wasn't high-up on the proverbial totem pole of the Merrymen as it was, and children here were nothing but a means to an end. She'd only be killing him a second time.

So the fluffy brute settled into an anxious doze, only awoken by a whisper that seemed to come from nothing. A sharp glare tried to pinpoint the source, and the skunk slowly rose to four paws, tail raised high, tiara sparkling in the wind-bent light. "Who. Is. There?"

@Ailia