Randy is the second born and first to doubt the sacred rites of Cream. She spends her days lost in thought, seeking refuge in her headphones, gazing out the parlor windows. Randy is beginning to sense that deeper mysteries–and more devastating truths–await her in the air beyond.
@joiceloo_art "I swear I can still taste the night air as it was when the hills rose naked and unpeopled from the bay: granite, sea salt and scrub oak carried on the fog – and wild cat mint leaping up thick and heavy wherever I set my paws."
— from the Visions of Yerba Buena.
Brother Pegalus, last of the litter, first to scent impending drama.
By the grace of his ultra-sensitive endowments, he can sense the faintest change in his surroundings or his siblings’ disposition. But, ever edging sensory overload, he must keep the peace or risk his sanity.