Kanegoto (Kane) and Aurora Borealis (Aurora)
Sitting on the back of a peacer fellox, Kane shuffled nervously. She was not nervous because of the height, though the fellox was lying on a low rooftop in the busy city. Instead, she was nervous about how the citizens would treat her. Her kind was known to predict death, and many thought they
caused it...though, for some, that may well be true. For her, however, it was not. In the end, prejudice is a powerful thing. She sighed, then perked up as something caught her eye. A Nyghtmare? It seemed nervous too. Kane wasn't fond of Nyghtmares only when it came to her abilities. Because the spirit horses were like...well, spirits, her ability was often messed up, giving her the feeling like they were either always dying, or dead. Pushing away the uncomfort, she leaped down from the fellox's back, despite its surprise, and made her way down to the street below. Stopping next to the Nyghtmare, she mewed, her voice like a soft but loud bell, even amidst the noise of their surroundings. Behind her, the fellox walked up nervously, not understanding what had gotten her companion so excited.