07-06-2009, 12:19 PM
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It had been the raven that noticed the girl first—he froze and stared ahead. Though he was still peculiarly silent, Aurèle could sense his movement in a way that struck her as odd. The smell of fire was her second clue. Ocèan, as it seemed, had taken that scent into her own pelt. Of everything, this bothered her pale aunt most of all. The last woman who had smelled like fire had cost her a home, her family, and uprooted everything that the Aston’s had once been a part of. In a way, Aurèle was gracious. Mostly, though, she wanted nothing but to have sent that bitch to ruin.
What approached her first was not her chocolate niece, but a spotted cat. Aurèle stiffened, unsure of the unfamiliar animal, but the tension left her as the girl came into sight. Putting down the knife and sparing a glance to the peculiar, silent raven, the alabaster woman snorted. “It seems rather obvious, pitoune, eh?” A friendly (despite the fact that she could not help but seem snide) smile broke across her face. Neon-green eyes trailed away from the girl and to the spotted cat again, still perturbed by its presence. “Who is this?”
It had been the raven that noticed the girl first—he froze and stared ahead. Though he was still peculiarly silent, Aurèle could sense his movement in a way that struck her as odd. The smell of fire was her second clue. Ocèan, as it seemed, had taken that scent into her own pelt. Of everything, this bothered her pale aunt most of all. The last woman who had smelled like fire had cost her a home, her family, and uprooted everything that the Aston’s had once been a part of. In a way, Aurèle was gracious. Mostly, though, she wanted nothing but to have sent that bitch to ruin.
What approached her first was not her chocolate niece, but a spotted cat. Aurèle stiffened, unsure of the unfamiliar animal, but the tension left her as the girl came into sight. Putting down the knife and sparing a glance to the peculiar, silent raven, the alabaster woman snorted. “It seems rather obvious, pitoune, eh?” A friendly (despite the fact that she could not help but seem snide) smile broke across her face. Neon-green eyes trailed away from the girl and to the spotted cat again, still perturbed by its presence. “Who is this?”