05-19-2018, 01:12 AM
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Ilijas' words might have caught Beatrice off guard once, but she would not allow it to happen again. Her defenses were raised, and she was paying close attention to all her surroundings. The Beast had told her she needed to work on this skill. She need to be better if she were to find her friends. She needed to be so much better. She was never enough. Never enough... She frowned. Not good enough as a human, not good enough as a bluebird, not good enough as a red heeler.[b]"I don't know, Ilijas," she mumbled, voice soft, carrying an unknown emotion. Her eyes skirted her surroundings, and they refused to land on the male. She did not want to make eye contact with anyone while in a moment of weakness. The canine was stronger than this. Emotions made her weak. Beatrice was not weak. She couldn't be. "I've just been having dumb thoughts lately, you know?"
Her final words were spoken in laughter - it was fake, but anyone listening would not be able to tell. Ever the actress, she had a knack for fooling others. She offered Ilijas a small smile while she shook her head for added effect. [color=#D87921][b]"I don't know. I think I'm homesick or something."
[glow=black,10,100]YOUR EYES ARE A THOUSAND TIMES DEEPER THAN THE SKY[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]AND I AM A TINY STAR, FALLING FOR ALL TIME
beatrice | grounded | sage | the typhoon