10-21-2018, 10:13 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; color: black;"]As quiet as can be, the cloaked figure found herself padding down the hall lined with pictures of people she failed to recognize. She sometimes stole glances at them as she hurried towards her next destination, never looking too long in fear of seeing something she didn't want to see. It was a strange thing to admit, but Agathe often times felt judged by these smiling faces. They had never committed atrocities such as she had, and even if they had, they probably never slept as soundly as she did each and every night. She was confident in her past and did not regret a single life she stole- but others might see that as monstrous and Agathe possessed no desire to be judged. None at all.
It was a shame that she found herself obligated to stand in this hall a little longer than usual today, a frown coming alive upon her pale features as she saw two clanmates that all but signified polite conversation. Rounded ears would perk in spite of her growing desire to just continue on her way, paws itching to keep moving as she might back home. She just had to remember that things were different here as she slowed to a halt, golden eyes widening ever so slightly as it occurred to Agathe that she was intruding on something that might be deemed personal.
Margaery and Suiteheart. There were their names again. They had been mentioned so frequently in the recent days that she had begun to wonder who they were and what they did to warrant such fond talkings of. "Were they your matrons?" She inquired finally, the question more so extended to Isabelle. She'd stare at the child for a few, heavy moments before recalling that manners were important here and not everybody had some pre-explained idea about who she was. "I'm Agathe, by the way." Was it bad that she hoped that the pair would accept her introduction, answer her question, and send her on the way? Each passing second in their presences was agony not because she wasn't fond of them (hell, she didn't even know Isabelle enough to determine whether or not she was fond of her) but because she hated this sense of intrusion. She was trespassing in familial affairs and it made her stomach absolutely knot.
It was a shame that she found herself obligated to stand in this hall a little longer than usual today, a frown coming alive upon her pale features as she saw two clanmates that all but signified polite conversation. Rounded ears would perk in spite of her growing desire to just continue on her way, paws itching to keep moving as she might back home. She just had to remember that things were different here as she slowed to a halt, golden eyes widening ever so slightly as it occurred to Agathe that she was intruding on something that might be deemed personal.
Margaery and Suiteheart. There were their names again. They had been mentioned so frequently in the recent days that she had begun to wonder who they were and what they did to warrant such fond talkings of. "Were they your matrons?" She inquired finally, the question more so extended to Isabelle. She'd stare at the child for a few, heavy moments before recalling that manners were important here and not everybody had some pre-explained idea about who she was. "I'm Agathe, by the way." Was it bad that she hoped that the pair would accept her introduction, answer her question, and send her on the way? Each passing second in their presences was agony not because she wasn't fond of them (hell, she didn't even know Isabelle enough to determine whether or not she was fond of her) but because she hated this sense of intrusion. She was trespassing in familial affairs and it made her stomach absolutely knot.
[font=arial][color=#510205][size=16pt]WATCH IT [i]GROW[/i], CHILD OF WAR
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