[WoR] Whispers of Freedom

    "Do you see that?" Navarro stood up, staring at the flicking lights. They looked like butterflies, but when he reached out to touch them, his paws only caught the air.

    "See what?" Psycho lifted his head up from the cell in front of the scarred brown vayron. It was early in the morning and the sun was just rising. He was too tired for this. Psycho looked around with his weary pupilless eyes but he saw nothing. All he saw was Navarro jumping at the air like a confused pup. 

    "The butterflies! Or whatever they are," He insisted, whipping his head around to look around for more. They were gone. 

    Psycho sighed and rolled around so that his back was facing Navarro, "the light's playing tricks on you, dumbass. Things like that happen in Thedale."  It didn't seem like Navarro cared. He heard the shuffling of paws as Navarro moved around his cell, probably trying to look for those nonexistent insects again. Psycho sighed, then muttered, "and I thought I was the crazy one."