FROM MY CHEST | LOSTish?

[CLEO R. C.]

Perhaps the only advantage Cleo would ever hold over her clanmates was her inability to hear those godforsaken bells, instead beckoned to the scene by the scents and sights of a small gathering, the faint ring of metal a distant, hardly detectable occurrence as she paused near her brother. Pip was offered no acknowledgement, her hostile air hopefully enough to alert the world that she was not particularly fond of her newest siblings. They had done nothing to earn her wrath, nothing save serve as permanent reminders that they were wanted and she had not been.  There was the whole matter of her recent kidnapping that also played into her anger, her hatred, but that story could easily be saved for another time.

"How'd you get here?" The undersized bengal inquired, shifting as she felt Eshe do the same, her black mamba making its first appearance as it raised its obsidian head to analyze Garrett. She doubted that the reptile was exactly pleased with what she saw, set on edge by even the weariest and youngest of travelers, trusting nobody except for Cleo (or so she believed). Eshe did not make any attempt at communication though, instead disappearing once more, a scaly head resting now between Cleo's shoulder blades. "I'm Cleo," the girl continued, pursing cinnamon shaded lips, "And my snake is named Eshe. Did anyone happen to mention that this is the Typhoon? I can hardly hear a thing so excuse me if I'm repeating information already stated."

THOUGHT THAT I'D FEEL BETTER

MY V IS FOR VENDETTA

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