Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20181001230640/@comment-28358106-20181026021514

(Hound) Ferra pauses as she watches Imperia's eyes, then turns to see what she is looking at. But, by then, Aurora is gone.

Turning back to her task, she looks troubled, as if her mind has begun to wander again. She says nothing, but again prepares to rinse Layoka. As the warm water pours over the Dhampir's head, Imperia again sees the shape in the doorway.

A set of dainty fingers curl around the jamb of the door, the slim digits barely visible. Then, very, very slowly, so slow as to be almost comical, the delicate face again emerges into the crack of the door, the large, innocent eyes as wide as dinner plates as they peep into the room. Aurora's mouth is turned down in silent observation, one of the Mershark's sharp fangs poking past her lower lip.