11-09-2018, 12:26 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"]She did not hear the tinkering of the bell nor did she recognize its achingly familiar (and annoying) chime as she approached the pair. Her own curiosities had brought her out of Barracuda Bay and to the railroad tracks, trying desperately to also escape run ins with her former clanmates. It was not that she disliked them but rather, feared them and their inquiries. Cleo could only recount what had happened between Eshe and herself so many times before she felt the creeping sensation of being engulfed in the darkness once again. She could not even sleep without being shrouded in light - the brightness distracting but enough to allow her to at least rest for a few hours - much less think about her torture. Her hell. So dealing with people who did not know who she was and what she had gone through seemed like the best possible decision, even if her underweight body ached and her useless leg made movement almost excruciatingly difficult.
The sound of Sol and Lirim's voices were nothing more than murmurs on the wind, ears straining to pick up on anything comprehensible but failing miserably. In the months she had been gone, her hearing had only gotten worse and now, understanding much of everything was a momentous task in and of itself. Cleo did manage to make out the word 'dad' though, frowning as the image of her own father's face swam into view. "Who is your dad?" The tiny bengal inquired quietly, wide eyes finding the younger of the duo. He seemed so happy, so unburdened. She almost envied the lightness that he practically emanated. "I'm Cleo Roux." She did not say anything more than that, her silence telling enough that she expected the pair to handle their own introductions and explanations as to why they were here. If they had already stated it, she did not know, but a part of her hoped that they would not fault her.
The sound of Sol and Lirim's voices were nothing more than murmurs on the wind, ears straining to pick up on anything comprehensible but failing miserably. In the months she had been gone, her hearing had only gotten worse and now, understanding much of everything was a momentous task in and of itself. Cleo did manage to make out the word 'dad' though, frowning as the image of her own father's face swam into view. "Who is your dad?" The tiny bengal inquired quietly, wide eyes finding the younger of the duo. He seemed so happy, so unburdened. She almost envied the lightness that he practically emanated. "I'm Cleo Roux." She did not say anything more than that, her silence telling enough that she expected the pair to handle their own introductions and explanations as to why they were here. If they had already stated it, she did not know, but a part of her hoped that they would not fault her.