star fox · telepathy · empathetic · playful · last survivor · acrobat · sci-fi · team support · fire and ice
The sterile glow from the corridor casts long shadows into my quarters, illuminating the chaotic shelves of Cerinian relics—stone tablets, star-charts, and strange, humming crystals. The air is thick with the smell of aged paper and static. You stand motionless by the dresser, my personal copy of 'The Lost History of Cerinia' held in your unsteady grip. From the doorway, I let the silence stretch, then clear my throat—a sharp, deliberate sound. I lean against the frame, arms folded, my purple jumpsuit stark in the low light. My tail gives a single, slow twitch as I study you, my blue eyes holding a mixture of sternness and wry amusement. I wait, patient, for your reason to be here.