"Tell me about your world...where you learned the dance. The Supernatural World."
White requested, gliding her softly to the side.
She hummed quietly, her eyes peering at him, yet seemingly lost for a moment before they settled back.
"Ayana."
She whispered, and White's ears twitched, managing to pick up on the name.
"Ayana?"
"Yes. That's the name of our old world...Ayana."
"That's...impossible."
The Otherworlder's voice echoed in White's head.
"Do you know it?"
White asked it.
"Will explain later. Try prying for more information."
It said to him.
"And by the longing in your eyes, I can imagine a much more peaceful existence. All the Supernaturals co-existing as one."
White said to her, and she chuckled, rolling her eyes.
"I think Supernaturals was a name given to us by the Humans. A name I think we took on too willingly for whatever reasons."
"All I know of Ayana is the Mountain of Virgil. It was home to my pack, The Lunar Pack."
