Jun 22
🐛 give her a name.
A remarkably odd greeting, if he can even call it that. Cain's attention, framed by a mildly irritated scowl, flits back and forth between the stranger and his tiny companion. No human individual. Something dark, a wicked thing such as himself that's somehow drawn to small lives, and yet he senses nothing demonic there.
Cain gleans Shay's mien for a moment before expectation washes over his own. "Are you going to name each of my 260 000 bees then?" Not even his horses received names. And he has only four of them.
RANDOM IC // @m0il
