Evelyn, at that moment, just went blank as she looked into the empty house. The interior was as glamorous as the outside; the glass from the window had fallen into the store, some papers that looked squishy covering up most off the shards of glass, as well as other spots all over the floor in the room. Old shelves were on the left side of the room, bearing nothing but dirt and an old wrapper that Evelyn assumed that belonged to the humans, besides of its fainted colors and out of place writing all over it. On the right, was a mossy brick fireplace, some of the red stones scattered near it, as well as a counter with something metal on it, which she would learn later on was a cash register. Though the outside looked pretty bad, its innards were in worse condition. And the hybrid’s eyes were eating up its broken shape with an excited gleam in them.
“Yeah, I do,” she finally replied to Slade without even giving a glance at his expression. After a moment longer of looking into the building, she finished her statement, “I see something that I can live in.” The coyote probably would have deemed her crazy right then and there, she thought, but she didn’t care. By sudden impulse, she rushed away from the window and to the door; it was ajar already, but she was careful not to damaged it further, even though she was impatient to take a closer look of the place she found interest. It didn’t look better than it was from the window, nor did she give regard that the store might even crumble, something in her gut telling her this was a perfect place.
Something she could build upon, make her own. Sure, she could have found something that was in better shape to clean up and look pretty, but the girl’s mind couldn’t stand that, finding it a waste to her rank. As a crafter, she wanted, needed, to create something new from something old. This store was the near definition of old, and a calling probably only a craftsman would understand filled her heart as she continued to look over the room that once sold human things that only the she could imagine. If she worked hard enough, maybe, just maybe she could let others see this house as she envisioned it. And that enough would be worth it all in the end.
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