“Memories fade, strange how they blur.” Eric murmurs with a faraway look on his face, a famous look, that has most servants already hedging their bets on how long the Prince will stay before he leaves again; back to his ship, to the his sea, to the strange adventures that call to him above anything else. They will be losing money this time, because for the first time in forever, he feels that his destiny is right here, somewhere close to him, close enough to touch but he can’t see what it is. A movement in the corner of his eye calls him back to the present, eyebrows furrowing momentarily before relaxing, chuckling lightly. “I’m being rude, aren’t I? A terrible host.” even if she cannot speak, there are little ways they can communicate, and he is getting better at reading her signs. “I just feel like I’m missing something...”
@voicetraded I starter call.
