AND HE SANG ABOUT WHAT I'D BECOME ; private

[Beatrice]

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Though the male beside her had to wonder, Beatrice didn't. Not incredibly long ago (though it felt like lifetimes), she had occupied the body of a bluebird. Adelaide of the Pasture, the Good Woman of the Woods had seen to that. Granted, it was a punishment for something childish Bea had done, but she still cursed the old hag for it. Being a bird was stressful: she was small, weak, and not well-liked by most - especially that strange tavern keeper. 

As these thoughts played in the back of her mind, she focused on the boy before her. She was not shocked to see him become defensive as she growled and bared her fangs, but she was glad to see him stop the moment she did. After all, she would be quite displeased to have to dirty her paws today. Granted, perhaps she could gain more information about the whereabouts of her friends, but... well, Ilijas was interesting. She would hate to smudge him off of this plain of existence by robbing him of his soul. As the Beast began whispering in her ear to do just that, she trained her ears only on the feline's speech.

He was prim and proper, a true gentleman. This surprised her more than anything because all the boys she'd met as of late were brutish and disgusting. He was a welcome break from the locals. She even found herself smiling gently at his apology. [b]"No, it's okay. You were just defending yourself."

At his next words, she laughed. "No, it's a good thing, really. They say that you're very nice and well-spoken. A good guy all around." Beatrice seldom trusted what others said, however, so she would need to know him a bit more before she dove into any opinions. "Whoa, you're the first person I've met who didn't know all about these Clans either... Basically, there are just four main groups of creatures living around here. They're all connected in some way, shape, or form. A lot of people in the Typhoon have come from distant places, so I guess I shouldn't be shocked. Especially because I'm not from around here either."

She perked her ears as he mentioned he was searching for his family. Her mind immediately went to all the recent souls she had secured, yet she could make no connection to this male. From the souls, she gained knowledge, but there was no words about him. He was a blank canvas in every sense. Funny, considering she knew most. [color=#D87921][b]"Have you lost your memory? And if you need help finding your family, I could try to help. Who knows? Maybe some of them live here. This is a pretty big island."