Her crop was a miscellany // open+joining // when all was said and done

[vellichor]

The tiny avian let out a soft gasp and her eyes widened as she saw a great creature approach. However, she relaxed the moment she realized he obviously wasn't here to harm her. She would have been surprised when she heard the animal speak if it weren't for the fact such things had occurred in the Otherworld on a regular basis. In her old life, in the one before she met her doe, she'd been surprised by such things but not anymore. She wondered what else was different now, especially now that she was away from that beautiful, vile place. She recognized the words the man spoke as French, though it'd been a long time since she heard another language. People of all nationalities had frequented her little pocket of the universe but something there had made her able to understand every language and, at the same time, speak every language. Of course, she'd learned a few things before she went out on errands in various worlds but some of those were so long ago, she couldn't even remember what she'd learned. Those missions had only come at the start of her time in that place, by the end she spent every moment there trying to look after all the lost ones that drifted to her, looking for a home.

Was she lost? She wasn't sure what to do with that question. She didn't know where she was but she didn't want to go anywhere before. What did that make her? She'd technically found what she saught, a safe home far from anywhere she knew, but what if she wanted to return? She wouldn't know her way back. That was ridiculous, though. After all she'd seen in the past... time (the concept itself was fluid in that strange, twisted place and she was unsure of how much time had specifically passed), she didn't think that'd ever happen. Whatever ideas she had about it were gone and replaced only by the horrors she'd witnessed and, unknowingly, aided. "Um, hello. And I suppose you could say that. I don't really know where I'm going, though, so I'm not sure that matters. My name is Daphne, it's nice to meet you. What is this place?" Even if she didn't know where she was, she intended to learn about it. Perhaps she'd even make a new home here, with a new family. That'd be nice. But she knew better than anyone nothing was nice forever, even if it was promised to you.