10-27-2018, 12:12 PM
▹▹▹▹Of course, Clementine still held that small shred of naiveability that all children did. It wasn't so simple to say that the world was just 'bad'. She knew it was worse. She had seen tears upon her father's face and his ragged form after being captured. She tried to be happy a lot; tried to pretend that maybe things weren't really as bad as they seemed deep down, but even for her it was becoming harder to believe that dillusion. She was smart, she was observant, rather. While she may not have been the best at social interaction - ever - a lot of her time spent in isolation or watching the world told her a lot about it. Even when she was sick, people didn't try to make her feel better. She had to help herself, even if she felt like she was going to collapse, she had to do something to reach out to others and make them like her.
Perhaps Agathe was different than most. Perhaps she had done terrible things- but of course, Clementine didn't know of these. And perhaps Agathe was willing to change in some way, had lived a life harsher than Clementine's had been. Her breathe wheezed for a moment in their next steps, and she simply tried to ignore it as she curiously glanced up at the woman from time to time, giving Agathe her full attention when she wasn't focused on watching her step, awaiting her answer. Her own grin grew a little more seeing Agathe smile back so warmly, even purring for just a moment as her step turned a little more cheerful.
"I know it's dangerous," she answered softly. "But-" she started, but then stopped herself. No, she knew. There were no excuses to be made, her ear simply flicking as Agathe continued, leaving her to nod softly for a moment in answer. "No, of course not. My dad would never let me do something like that. And I don't think I could.. It gets really hard to breathe if I do too much." Did this fact daunt her? The idea that if anyone even so much as had an inkling to harm her- even someone small and fragile - they just had to out run her? They just had to get a good grip on her and that would be it for her? Maybe the thought had crossed her head once or twice, an internal warning to the possibilities. "Besides.. I don't know if I want to know how to hurt people."
The thoughts were dismissed for a time as Agathe lifted her cloak for Clementine to see better, her head tilting momentarily as she considered her words. A gift from a witch, huh? Agathe really was a Witch, wasn't she? She was a little more outlandish than most people in the Clan, and she carried herself differently, too. Maybe Agathe did believe in something different, and Clem was alright with that, too. "So you are part of a.." What was it again? It certainly wasn't a cult- that was a bad, bad thing. "Coven? Is that the word? That sounds nice, though. Always having people there for you somewhere, even if you're really, really far away. It's nice that you have something of your grandmother's too. My dad still keeps a lot of his things from his big sister; it makes him happier, I think." Granted, her father didn't speak too much about it anymore.
For now, Clementine was protected from the truth that Agathe had taken a life; that the scarlet woven cloak that she wore was not threaded from moments of pain and dismay like a proud flag upon her back. That the woman's iron bracers were not instead swords and blades at the woman's disposal; that she was not, in fact, a dangerous woman. Even though, they both knew that she was. Regardless, Clementine's ear flicked at the question as she looked back up with a smile. "Yeah, we can get going. Maybe you can pick somewhere, Agathe? I don't really know this place that well yet. Maybe you can show me your favorite spot!"
Perhaps Agathe was different than most. Perhaps she had done terrible things- but of course, Clementine didn't know of these. And perhaps Agathe was willing to change in some way, had lived a life harsher than Clementine's had been. Her breathe wheezed for a moment in their next steps, and she simply tried to ignore it as she curiously glanced up at the woman from time to time, giving Agathe her full attention when she wasn't focused on watching her step, awaiting her answer. Her own grin grew a little more seeing Agathe smile back so warmly, even purring for just a moment as her step turned a little more cheerful.
"I know it's dangerous," she answered softly. "But-" she started, but then stopped herself. No, she knew. There were no excuses to be made, her ear simply flicking as Agathe continued, leaving her to nod softly for a moment in answer. "No, of course not. My dad would never let me do something like that. And I don't think I could.. It gets really hard to breathe if I do too much." Did this fact daunt her? The idea that if anyone even so much as had an inkling to harm her- even someone small and fragile - they just had to out run her? They just had to get a good grip on her and that would be it for her? Maybe the thought had crossed her head once or twice, an internal warning to the possibilities. "Besides.. I don't know if I want to know how to hurt people."
The thoughts were dismissed for a time as Agathe lifted her cloak for Clementine to see better, her head tilting momentarily as she considered her words. A gift from a witch, huh? Agathe really was a Witch, wasn't she? She was a little more outlandish than most people in the Clan, and she carried herself differently, too. Maybe Agathe did believe in something different, and Clem was alright with that, too. "So you are part of a.." What was it again? It certainly wasn't a cult- that was a bad, bad thing. "Coven? Is that the word? That sounds nice, though. Always having people there for you somewhere, even if you're really, really far away. It's nice that you have something of your grandmother's too. My dad still keeps a lot of his things from his big sister; it makes him happier, I think." Granted, her father didn't speak too much about it anymore.
For now, Clementine was protected from the truth that Agathe had taken a life; that the scarlet woven cloak that she wore was not threaded from moments of pain and dismay like a proud flag upon her back. That the woman's iron bracers were not instead swords and blades at the woman's disposal; that she was not, in fact, a dangerous woman. Even though, they both knew that she was. Regardless, Clementine's ear flicked at the question as she looked back up with a smile. "Yeah, we can get going. Maybe you can pick somewhere, Agathe? I don't really know this place that well yet. Maybe you can show me your favorite spot!"