<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/LceJHn5.png)</div><strong>Agi, Spirit of Lucky Colors [he/him/his]</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337368.msg16018992#msg16018992)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Year 1, Visitors<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Cor,<span class="bbc_u">open!</span><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Chattering<br/><hr/>Like the others, Agi's attention went out towards the floaty-whatsit that held the things that the Reaper talked about. Mortals. Mortal. Mortal? What a weird word. It doesn't sound like a happy word.<br/><br/>And much like his happy spirit friends, he heads off to investigate, floating above the waves, a heat-shimmer surrounding him. As they travel, he stares at Cor, concerned. "That sounds rude! We shouldn't keep them prisoner." Agi is not sure where that word came from, but it felt like the right word. It was definitely not a good word. "We'll have to talk to them on their driftwood, and see how we can help."