Erebus dipped his head in quiet greeting. “I am,” he replied. “Sigma of Nightingale.” His nebula tail flicked in amusement behind him as his wings settled neatly against his scale-lined back. “What were you doing? It seemed quite entertaining.” He sat and curled his tail around his paws, fur swirling with his dark nebula patterning. Even in daylight, he looked ethereal, like he didn’t quite belong to this plane of existence, a dark space amongst the lightness that was Lenore.

He watched her curiously, intrigued.