09-07-2008, 02:17 PM
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Even the simple things would help. The girl followed almost helplessly, unable to think about returning to the mansion herself. She had done so before, but now that life had taken a totally different turn, the scrawny and starving Lykoi wasn't likely to go very far by herself. Andre could be hiding behind every rock, no matter the size, or in the very shadows of her heart. She pulled those doubts away from the outside world, shoving them haphazardly into a crevice in her mind where they could fester, unfed by others but by her own mind, and edge toward the mansion door.
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Even the simple things would help. The girl followed almost helplessly, unable to think about returning to the mansion herself. She had done so before, but now that life had taken a totally different turn, the scrawny and starving Lykoi wasn't likely to go very far by herself. Andre could be hiding behind every rock, no matter the size, or in the very shadows of her heart. She pulled those doubts away from the outside world, shoving them haphazardly into a crevice in her mind where they could fester, unfed by others but by her own mind, and edge toward the mansion door.
When Corona let go of her hand, she reluctantly let it fall to her side. The mansion had once been a comforting place, and the Lykoi had found the clothes that had been robbed from her by the monster here, but now it looked like a labyrinth the moment she stepped in. It was unfamiliar and dark; sadly, she was led blindly. She followed the golden angel with twitching, jumpy ears and a hesitant heart, but she knew the piano would calm her down.
And learning to play it was still fantastic.