HEATHER • open, drinking

It had never had any need to consume the toxic substance known as alcohol. It had been very young when it had died, and it was still quite young now, after being reincarnated into another body. Safe to say, during the afterlife there was no use for alcohol. Many times it had heard the dead complain about this fact; it had simply snorted and moved on, but now it was interested. It eyed the alcohol with concealed interest, though made no move to ask for any.

It simply listened as everyone bared their wants to the ears of others, its ears twitching with unconcealed interest upon hearing Seven's own wish. Blind? It hadn't known, though it made a lot of sense. It frowned, its golden gaze passing over Apollyon and Balefire (though it noted that Balefire seemed quite wise), and landed on Cory. He had been the first living being to see it in many centuries, he and Seven. It didn't seem to strike it as odd that he wished for a family. In fact, it made a little sense.

"It wishes to lead a peaceful life." it began, clearing its throat. "Free of trivial mortal issues. Away from war and fighting... Away from death, and depression." it was a very 'deep' wish, really, and was almost certainly impossible. "Most of all, it thinks it wants to find home, and be surrounded by ones it loves. Friends and family."