RUNS IN THE FAMILY // o, joiner

[tristitia]

The mutt did not expect someone so... weak looking to help her. It wasn’t in a bad way, but she did not look like she should be out. In another sense, she was so, so tall. Much taller than she expected. Cealica’s ear’s flattened as black ooze dripped from her nostrils. What was that, that could not be healthy. The pup walks over to the hellhound, not knowing she could get sick, and tried to wrapher scarf around Marina. Despite understanding English, she could only respond in Italian. "Me chiamo... ma chiamo Cealica. Um... Chell-ee-ca."

The small child looked over at Infirmaryward and offered a smile. Though she knew Latin, she much preferred Italian. Still... they could get bits and pieces from it.

//sorry on mobile + phone dying

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