11-10-2018, 08:49 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"]She didn't hear the familiar chime of the bell but maybe that was for the best. Before everything had happened - before Eshe had stolen her away and permitted an everlasting darkness to fester inside of her - she had hated that sound. And now, nothing more than a wisp of her former self, meek and timid and obedient, a part of her knew that she still loathed that bell- would always loathe that bell. At least that hadn't changed; even amidst the swirling uncertainty of her identity, she had that hatred. What a strange thing to smile about, what a strange thing to relish in. But it was a little victory and the gods above knew that Cleo needed those.
Any indication of happiness dissipated as she beheld Talia's size though, drawn to the railroad tracks on her own accord and left to tremble before the hound in all of her glory. She did not particularly care for larger things, and by that she meant that she was absolutely terrified of them. All rational thoughts seemed to flee from her mind as she stepped back, almost tripping on her useless leg as she did so. Lucifer - another large and intimidating creature but one who had been deemed a friend - was present though and not freaking out, so the child tried her best to soothe her own frayed nerves. She was Cleo Roux. She would not be afraid.
So she fixated her attention on something that was not as frightening, Talia's bird companion reminding her of Goldie's. Empty, red eyes would remain attached to the owl, not once wavering in fear that she would crumble and break if she tried to address Talia. It wasn't anything personal, really it wasn't, but ensnared in that darkness, demons of all shapes and sizes had greeted her and berated her. Should she say something? Do something? She had missed any words spoken by either party and feared playing the role of a fool if she accidentally said the wrong thing or repeated something. In the end, she merely decided to say something safe - safe enough, anyways.
"What's your birds name?"
Any indication of happiness dissipated as she beheld Talia's size though, drawn to the railroad tracks on her own accord and left to tremble before the hound in all of her glory. She did not particularly care for larger things, and by that she meant that she was absolutely terrified of them. All rational thoughts seemed to flee from her mind as she stepped back, almost tripping on her useless leg as she did so. Lucifer - another large and intimidating creature but one who had been deemed a friend - was present though and not freaking out, so the child tried her best to soothe her own frayed nerves. She was Cleo Roux. She would not be afraid.
So she fixated her attention on something that was not as frightening, Talia's bird companion reminding her of Goldie's. Empty, red eyes would remain attached to the owl, not once wavering in fear that she would crumble and break if she tried to address Talia. It wasn't anything personal, really it wasn't, but ensnared in that darkness, demons of all shapes and sizes had greeted her and berated her. Should she say something? Do something? She had missed any words spoken by either party and feared playing the role of a fool if she accidentally said the wrong thing or repeated something. In the end, she merely decided to say something safe - safe enough, anyways.
"What's your birds name?"