@eunaiseirigh the way your newest shells shift in the light and she leans in to get a better look. She looks to you, going from wide-eyed and mesmerized at the Shells to You. "You're so good at that! I haven't found a single one! But I talk a lot, so that's probably why," she adds with +
@eunaiseirigh doesn't mean they shouldn't enjoy a little sunshine and tea or moonlight and... I dunno, coffee? Like the rest of us." She frowns. "I think maybe I've got those backwards. But anyway!" There's that slightly doofy lopsided grin again as she turns her attention back to you.
@eunaiseirigh so easily, she thinks, then giggles dizzily aloud at her own thought. She shakes her head, back to the topic at hand. "That DEFINITELY doesn't sound anything like what I do, I don't have That kinda power. I just pull them uup up outta the ground! Just because they're Dead +
@eunaiseirigh She sidles out of your way, her movements as fluid as water as she follows, making sure to keep her long strides slow to accommodate for the aforementioned height difference. She blinks, tilting her head a bit. “Batteries? Like, the source of their power comes from the dead?” +
@eunaiseirigh a human body? All the things it does, knows how to do, consciously or not? There's nothing more beautiful or complicated." She's smiling by the end, sounding a little breathless, a little wistful, before her eyes refocus on you with a lopsided grin. "And that goes for non-human +
@eunaiseirigh peacefully. “Oh,” she says again, eyes darting back to you as she remembers that she should probably explain. “Because I’m a witch! Necromancy is my specialty.” She giggles, her voice sweet as honey.
@eunaiseirigh She says, “Oh!” immediately thinking of her nose ring and cheek piercings, then laughs at the thought of a crow trying to steal them directly from her face. She nods though, warmth in her expression as her gaze drifts off to the ocean. “Looots of bodies in there,” she muses +
@eunaiseirigh She smiles, slipping her hands behind her back as if to show she means no harm or Touching. Her smile brightens at the mention again of seashell hunting, and she nods eagerly, starting to stride along the beach. Her eye travels ahead of where she walks in search of glints in the+
@eunaiseirigh stars, which has her give an expressively surprised Blink. “Are they Hot?” She wonders immediately, gaze shifting back down to the spots where they glow. If she were to touch them, would they burn her, she wonders? “How does that work?” She asks, gazing dreamily into the spots +