OOC ENDING: Itachi and Lilin were awkward and talked some more and he left her alone with the food and the campfire.
Word Count → 347
It was all too far beyond her knowledge. Someone had unlocked the door to the dank cage where she'd lived her life in blissful ignorance, until this very day. This proclaimed New World was infact ancient, withholding secrets about her lineage: hidden family crimes, a past unimaginable even for her. What she'd inadvertently gotten into, she couldn't possibly know for sure. Even if this encounter was a preview of what lay ahead, classifying it as positive or negative wasn't something that could not be done at this point in time. Descendants of the Soul, Lykoi and De Le Poer families meant nothing to her. In another life, perhaps the names would have induced a reaction out of her, seeing as they all had contributed to her dynasty one way or another. Through effort and research, this lack of information could be salvaged.
But at that very moment, when the male's answer rang clear, the loner responded with the only thing she could come up with: a nod, the kind of nod given when unable to provide a person with an appropriate answer or proper acknowledgement. So they hadn't met each other before. It only confirmed her previous assumption, in spite of the recognition she thought she'd seen in his sanguine irises. She did not know who this Itachi was nor what kind of person he was, although she already had a vague idea based upon this encounter. His next inquiry was perplexing in itself. Once again, the two-toned femme paused mid-bite. Bewilderment overshadowed her facial expression as she pondered the meaning of the hybrid's charade. What information did he seek exactly? Clearly, he wasn't looking for her life's story and he wasn't just being polite either.
“What do you want to know?” Her question would've sounded innocent enough if not for the underlying mefiance behind her words. She was the new girl, but she certainly wasn't daft enough to roll with his sudden change of attitude without probing his intentions. She'd worded it differently but her wariness weighed heavily on her own inquiry. Why did he care?
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