LITTLE FOLDING OF THE HANDS // seashell collecting

[SUITEKIT.]

THE TELLTALE HEART

I never learned to trust a love song
[size=9px]( cream tabby ; two months ; typhoon minnow )
It was not because the words were trite[/SIZE]

A temptress woven from seasalt and poor luck, all sharp tongue that had been shorn of silver coating beguiled by her own hollow vanity. In only stories may she derived her knowledge where concerned unfit mother, at behest of others kept from though reasoning had not been forthcoming. She knew not of Aphra nor the children she had a hand within creating, for such light her mood when paths intersected.

Along sand laced shores had she come to while away her time, largely new among the assembled crew and unaccustomed to their ways, not one to get in the way though the thought had grown tempting at times. Amusing may have been such escapades in the moment, brief interlude in the boredom that surrounded her daily activities, but it was readily dismissed. Kind had been Diya in taking her in, a child lost and clueless, a kindness she would not repay in turmoil no matter her want for something new.

Possibly it was such which halted her movements, forth flicking ears as head cocked to one side. Unfamiliar both, oddity the adornments wound about one though unlike that of those previously acquainted with, curiosity growing too strong to ignore. All the same trepidation was present in approach, marked the sheepish little curl to pale lips, dual toned eyes briefly settling on chosen receptacle.

"Hello." Soft her voice as she muttered simple greeting, to both in turn offering a glance and brief widening of her smile to indicate she spoke to both. "Can I join…?" Unease seeped into query, trailing into a silence her brain seemed to fill yet tight the clamp of her mouth. Good impressions and all that.

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