01-29-2008, 06:35 PM
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She could excuse it by pointing to her childhood backdrop. The Moaning Woods with its groaning trees and skeletal landscape, an bedtime stories and an imagination ridden with ghouls and goblins, and real monsters of her own blood laying under foot. Nature or nurture, the combination of both, Poe was drawn to the spooky people and places, and there was an illogical sense of security around them. But that was not to say that she was unafraid of many things. The boy was, if only briefly, terrified by her sudden presence but it quickly melted into what may be some kind of relief. Company could do that in many contexts, but this was probably higher on that scale than others for a youth. If he was actually a youth, she wasn’t sure—he looked about full-grown, but his voice and gait suggested that his bones had not relaxed in his flesh yet. She smiled at him, warmer than she felt at the moment in some attempt to assure him before making a move in his direction. “The human audience giving you stage freight down these halls?” she asked lightly, glancing at a gape-eyed skull in a cell to her right and back.  | ||