and he whispered fear is logical // o

Radeken looked down at Connor with tired eyes, clearing her throat. “[color=black]Uh.” Well. Better a kid than somebody important. Radeken tilted her head in a way that mirrored the kitten. “[color=black]Hi. Don’t do drugs, little man.” She croaked, wondering if it would be, like, sacrilege to rinse off in the Starpool. Wouldn’t stop me if it was. She sniffed, still trying to work a sense of steadiness back into her feet.

“[color=black]...Did you need something, uh...child?” She had been there when the little guy was named but she could not for the life of her remember what Connor was called nor could she bother to care. He and his siblings would be child until further notice.