You're so cold
but you feel alive
Oh. OH. She knew this person? The happy reaction suggested she really did, and really should know who it was - or be able to figure it out - but as she dredged her memory for clues, the girl came up empty. How many Attuned did she know? And of them, how many of their forms? Not many. Not enough. Because she didn't think to ask about it, didn't know unless she was told or saw it with her own eyes.
It was definitely not Jigano. The colors were wrong, as was the demeanor. Not Sunjata, obviously, because he would be rolling her in snow by now if it was. Probably it was not Adam, given that Coffee was nowhere in sight and the man was far too chatty to stay shifted if he couldn't speak, and that left...
"Peter..?" she tried, hesitant. The man had told her of attuning, but... he was firmly lodged into the Abandoned category in her mind (and shame on her for even having those). It seemed so unlikely, but also the only other viable guess.
It was definitely not Jigano. The colors were wrong, as was the demeanor. Not Sunjata, obviously, because he would be rolling her in snow by now if it was. Probably it was not Adam, given that Coffee was nowhere in sight and the man was far too chatty to stay shifted if he couldn't speak, and that left...
"Peter..?" she tried, hesitant. The man had told her of attuning, but... he was firmly lodged into the Abandoned category in her mind (and shame on her for even having those). It seemed so unlikely, but also the only other viable guess.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
