"Let's play some charades!" A soft voice, weaved of innocence and softness much like the nature of the Shaderunner despite that nature hardly being noticeable recently. Noreidimir felt as any day that her heavily rounded stomach would explode and, Lastbastion and her's children would go flying everywhere in the Shadow Veil territory. Though without her knowledge, the kittens would be due exactly two weeks later from this day and it was obvious by how large the she-cat's stomach was that it would be a large litter. Dark lilac ears flick at the sounds outside of her thought as she slowly makes her way forth to Wisteria.
Charades... she never played this game before. What was charades anyways? Maybe after Wisteria explained the instructions to her, the lilac snowshoe would probably have a better knowledge of now how to play it (that was if her former humans played the game before when she was around). A small hum releases from the expecting feline as she slowly settles upon her rump and soon her long, feathery dark lilac tail drapes across her forelegs; her head tilting slightly. "Hm... what is charades?" An soft inquire would come from the angelic, yet soft voice of the Shaderunner.