[PRP] Guardian of Souls x Balanced Against a Feather

[Astoria]

What is it that guides you? What is your purpose in this lifetime? The echos in her mind, not always present, but there, reminding her that she has a duty in this lifetime, in this place. She was a Guardian of sorts. Not of the physical being, but of what remains, lingers in the present. Usually attached to an object the departed had in their presence before they passed on. Whether or not they actually existed within the object, she guarded them, as was her duty. Giving a sigh, the long limbed Kimeti looked about the lands around her. She had an uncertainty in her gaze that wasn't usually there.

Friend of the Dead approached and leaned into her side, offering her comfort. "Hello my dear friend." She said softly looking down at the Anubis Sand Dog. It looked up at her and gave a lobsided head tilt, a small smile upon its muzzle. One thing could be said, if she had only one friend in this lifetime, she would be content because Friend of the Dead was her lifeline in this place.

[Starrydance]

Balanced wandered the early evening, rambling past his normal favorite shores. He felt an odd excitement, but tried to keep it controlled. Something important might happen soon, and he was determined to not miss it.

Was it in this grove here, with the swirling faeries lighting the twilight. "Hmm, not here.... Perhaps..." he wandered deeper into the groves, away from the shallow water. Could be this be the night to find a familiar? Many had gathered and won new little friends at the Festival, but he had not gotten one - other than a little crab that had danced upon his head and then returned to the waves.

[Astoria]

Friend of the Dead had scented the buck well before he came into view of the duo and Guardian of Souls moved through the dimly lit shadows. His pale pelt seemed to glow in the pitch and her eyes flashed as they caught the light. Pointed ears, narrow face, long of limb. He was much like her as he was different, his elegant tail drifting behind him. They were like night and day, yet still of the same cloth almost. "Greetings traveler." Her voice like a hum as she paused in her steps to watch the buck. Friend of the Dead watched him curiously, ears forward, nose scenting the wind to see if anyone else approached.