09-11-2008, 11:56 PM
*has no idea where her attention span and brain have gone today, cries over tiny post*
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_____And there it was, that little bristle of negativity. Though it provoked an unseen, brief smile to pass across her face, Corona let it slide. Maybe he was immortal, maybe they were all a little immortal with the way that they had survived death so many times. Her father, her mother, they both could have fit into that, she supposed. “I've been getting by,” she finally returned, reaching up to fiddle passively with her necklace. “My brother's bird found me after the fire happened and eventually got the point across that I should come back. So… here I am, again.” She didn't sound overly happy about it like the last time they had talked, but it went without saying. How many times had they all been pulled away and flung back? “I finally got to meet Rachias too. She's a good kid,” and they were so very much alike in a few aspects.