» Be Our Guests

Ava Her breath caught at a voice and curled ears spin towards it. Though finding herself around others more again, she still felt the beginning of each conversation with singularity and a jolt. This one even more so, as she knew that voice. She hesitates to answer it. What business would she have with him? She’d been denied her death, which was still wasn’t quite over, but the thought of returning to one who seemed to promise it seemed….wrong. Still others passed her as they came, by force or will, and the child gives in to her curiosity. She stands among the crowd, letting them surround her without much care as to who they were or what they wanted. She didn’t recognize any faces (yet) and hadn’t planned on making any here. The girl, though willing to interact more than in the past, was still lost in her melancholy. Her magic still dead within her. Still she listens, hoping it answers some questions…but instead it creates more. He addressed Helovians. The he addressed Riftians. The girl’s face falls….which did she belong to? In confusion she tries to leave the gathering, her mind troubled. She was born here…but this wasn’t home. It didn’t feel it, and she didn’t want it. But then, it was, whether she knew it or not. It was her birthplace and across the horizon were her relatives which she was sure would celebrate her return (with her sacrifice). Confusion reigned and flourished in the rich soil of her wounded soul. The pearl, still trying to understand, pauses at the edge and look back, as if searching for answers. "their speech goes here and this is the color OOC::

Image by Tamme!