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the8bitMoon
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Someone distracted Erin from her introduction. A... satyr? "Oh, sorry. I can't do dead people... Well, I guess I can, but only if their spirit still inhabits the Earth. Limitations, I'm afraid." At that moment, an odd looking guy dropped from the ceiling. "Oh, hiya Xan. Newcomers wake you? Looking good as always. (Well, as good as you always do, anyway.)" Erin realized that she was turning into a chatterbox again. It happened sometimes. Even after 422 years, she was still excitable.