02-17-2009, 08:58 PM
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Corona had known Faolin was back long before she had seen her. Save for her sister-in-law wandering every which way across the territory, the borders had been reminiscent of her as well. She had come back with someone who Corona had yet to meet, but it had left her feeling uneasy. So to see her coming towards the mansion in such a manner that she did had allowed Corona to shy away from the window watching of the world, thinking that maybe she would find her own way in and come wandering through the mansion next. In truth, the gold-haired Lykoi had pushed herself into being a recluse. She liked being out of sight and out of mind, though still one of the forces that somehow and supposedly led Inferni.
Which still was something she had not quite gotten used to, having never done such a thing before. Maybe it came naturally, but she found it no different than anything else she had ever done. Having authority didn't mean anything much to most she encountered, because they were family. They deferred however they wanted to and she accepted it. The gentle creak of the door being pushed open did not draw her out of the room she was in, but the retreating footsteps did. Stepping lightly after them, it surprised Corona that Faolin would rather sit out in the cold than stow away in the warmth of the building that was so commonly frequented by the curious. “You're back,” she stated from the doorway, leaning against it to fold her arms, “again.” The fact that she had left again had bothered her more than anything.
“Where did you go and why did you leave?”
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Which still was something she had not quite gotten used to, having never done such a thing before. Maybe it came naturally, but she found it no different than anything else she had ever done. Having authority didn't mean anything much to most she encountered, because they were family. They deferred however they wanted to and she accepted it. The gentle creak of the door being pushed open did not draw her out of the room she was in, but the retreating footsteps did. Stepping lightly after them, it surprised Corona that Faolin would rather sit out in the cold than stow away in the warmth of the building that was so commonly frequented by the curious. “You're back,” she stated from the doorway, leaning against it to fold her arms, “again.” The fact that she had left again had bothered her more than anything.
“Where did you go and why did you leave?”