There was some hesitation at her words, they were rather true. But what other choice did he have?
He could attempt to talk via sign language or he'd simply be stuck listening and not being able to communicate at all.
'Not many do know, but it's all I can do.' He signed back-
Vessel.
He had been called many things, knight, little one, Ghost, and vessel. Though vessel was a much less common one since most who knew the purpose of him and his siblings were mostly all gone.
When she lowered her guard, Ghost did the same, placing the nail on his back-
Bright liquid spilling from her mouth or creating massive boils beneath her shell.
No infection.
But, hostile?
With weapon in hand he couldn't sign, but merely gave a slight 'mm?' sound instead.
The moment there was a shift in the green, Ghost leapt, lashing out with his nail.
One could argue he should see if it was friend or foe but with how the kingdom had fallen it was best to attack now and ask questions later once certain factors had been ruled out, the biggest-
{The huntress searches the area, trying to look for any good targets, blending in with the green moss
Hearing the snapping sound of the plant, she rushes over to whatever made that noise}
Naturally being if the bug was infected.
Weapon meant defenses and for a brief moment Ghost gazed at Runa, deflecting off of her and dropping back to the ground, nail still raised at the ready.
His head tilted, examining the other quickly. No throbbing veins of orange, no-
[ I keep forgetting to write down my headcanons.
Like how the vessel goes by 'Ghost'
And he speaks with sign language, and is at least capable of small grunts and hums. ]
Speak the only way he had learned how.
'Are you still okay?' Came the signed question, not wanting to push his older brother beyond the physical limits he was capable of.
[ Starter for @BR0KENR0YALTY ]
It was a strange thing to be standing next to another vessel, to one who bore such a dark fate that Ghost himself almost endured in place of.
His steps were light and his gaze focused on the path ahead and to the larger vessel.
How things-
Lady and the Pale King? Their parents?
Had he known Hornet when she was young and new to this world?
So many questions and yet without a voice to ask them.
Instead of finding a way to voice these questions rattling in his head, Ghost gave a low hum, raising his hands to-
[ Starter for @silkundermoss ]
Through the brush the vessel pushed through as he navigated through Greenpath. The air heavily perfumed with flowers and blossoming life, a stark contrast to most of Hallownest that much like his dark cloak was dull, grey, and only moved with the-
Source of the movement. But green blended into green, a camouflage that made it near impossible to catch in a first encounter.
There was no way he could call out, except maybe a muffled hum that sounded less intimidating and more like a cuddly wyrm.
So, Ghost could only keep-