11-03-2018, 03:30 PM
The smell of iron leads her to the scene, as well as the voices that seemed to be bickering. As usual, she mentally noted, frowning at how they seemed to treat each other. The child couldn't understand why everyone couldn't just get along. As she took in the sights, though, her eyes grow wide. The scent suddenly makes her nauseous, having to fight the bile rising in her throat as she looks up at the other three, her eyes searching for some sort of explanation.
She didn't like this. It was violent, bloody, the fact that it was probably an enemy not even registering in her mind. All she could think was that this was a person, now dead on the ground. They weren't anything more than a corpse now. The look of surprise and fear on their face only furthered her panic, the sight and smell of death causing her to squeeze her eyes shut tight, head tilting away.
The kit doesn't speak, only turns and makes her way back quickly to the Observatory. She had barely even noticed that Agathe was injured, only seeing the dead body and feeling the urge to run away, to put distance between it and herself. She felt like she was going to be sick.
"speech"
She didn't like this. It was violent, bloody, the fact that it was probably an enemy not even registering in her mind. All she could think was that this was a person, now dead on the ground. They weren't anything more than a corpse now. The look of surprise and fear on their face only furthered her panic, the sight and smell of death causing her to squeeze her eyes shut tight, head tilting away.
The kit doesn't speak, only turns and makes her way back quickly to the Observatory. She had barely even noticed that Agathe was injured, only seeing the dead body and feeling the urge to run away, to put distance between it and herself. She felt like she was going to be sick.
"speech"