[center][h2]Krunk-Mobile, Storage Bay[/h2]
[sub]Sense, since when?[/sub][/center]

Zerraf lowered his left hand, jimmying it into his pocket without breaking eye contact. [color=ed1c24]"'Person' is pretty far off from Zerraf,"[/color] the wind mage exhaled, a breath on the wind. He leaned back and plopped onto the pillow, crossing his legs. [color=ed1c24]"Look, Annalyn."[/color] Zerraf rolled his shoulder, pausing. The glaze began to roll over his eyes once again. His neck waned, head drooping to the floor. [color=ed1c24]"I know you're not technically my little sister. But you're part of the family. You always will be."[/color] His mask shifted upward and his eyes crinkled as he looked up at her. [color=ed1c24]"You're all I've got. Stay awhile, won't you?"[/color]

With that, and a shine in the wind mage's eyes, the crinkles faded from his face and his mask lowered to its normal position. His eyes fully glazed over. Zerraf appeared as if he had a restless night and just woken up, slowly blinking, neck barely holding his head up. He didn't remember sitting down. He had to get up. What a bother. With great exertion, Zerraf groaned to a stand, bringing the pillow to the crook of his neck with his left arm. There was a girl in front of him now. She looked familiar. Who knew. His neck floated about on the mention of a 'traitor'. That one guy had left. Hm. [color=ed1c24]"Ey-ey. You're looking for the ball guy, that Alice guy? He's the traitor making a run for it. I'm not with... this."[/color] Zerraf pointed about the room with a rotating pointer finger, indicating the fortress. With that, Zerraf turned his back to Eleanor, head leaned upon his pillow. [color=ed1c24]"Later."[/color] he sauntered towards the hole in the wall, as if gravity had been turned to a minimum. Given he was not stopped, he would continue through and float down toward Alexander's general location.

Oh. There he was.