She chewed away on the meat and gazed out into what was to her merely open space. She seemed tranquil and content, though thoughts flowed through her mind endlessly. Already was she able to feel a touch of her old self. She believed that she was improving in many ways nowadays. She would not have been able to get along with this male in the past. She would have lacked the will to make an effort to attempt to filter out the profanities that were tossed out with almost every sentence the young German spoke. It felt like her mind had somewhat become clearer. Hurt had spread through her whole mentality like a wild fire without control. As pain slowly resided and she found herself able to find control again, she had eventually found that her perspective could widen if she just bothered to work to improve her old ways. What Samael had done to her would likely have happened at one point in the future if she had kept up the pace of her foolish dare games. Despite what had been done to her body, she sometimes felt the need to return back to the games and try to reinstate the image of a world that was her playground.
Reality could not be changed, and in that sense her useless innocence was lost forever. Training was shaping up her endurance, this also the mental one. Rage was strong within her heart, but it could be controlled. She could reel that anger when it started to spread. Cotl’s explanation about his problem was simple. It just happened. While she could have raged about how it was such a stupid answer and demand a better explanation or what was worse, she had swallowed curiosity and gone along with it. And she knew now where it had gotten her. She had found a new acquaintance. Despite having lived here for quite some time now, Halo had been able to find many people she felt comfortable with. She was a picky creature and had few issues insulting those she decided to dislike. She was cold and bitchy, though change was slowly turning her into a more mature personality. She had loathed her loneliness and there was a reason why she had been lonely. Skin-deep beauty could only get you this far, and Halo had wanted more and failed to understand why she could not get it.
Ears folded backwards against her silky hair in honest flatter as the male said that his horse probably would love to meet a beautiful woman. The word “beautiful” rubbed her the wrong way though. Perhaps it was because she thought it untrue. While she should always love showering in compliments, it suddenly felt wrong. Had her features been clumsy and plain then perhaps she would still have been a whole person. Whatever had been stolen from her could never be recovered and there would be horrible scars if she ever was to recover mentally from what Samael Lykoi had done to her. The fact that it always seemed to linger in her mind like a great, heavy cloud troubled her and ruined her life quality. The girl’s gaze returned to the male and watched him take large bites out of his meal. She decided to pick up the pace so that he would not finish long before her – but this was done with some discretion so that he would hopefully not notice how hurriedly she swallowed the food. She did as Cotl; leaving the clean bones. Eyes sharpened for a moment, though she was not sure if she would bother to use any of what was left. She needed her skeletons to be carefully cleansed out. Creating art out of meal leftovers did not tempt her the least.
Suddenly a loose comment from the man rose. For a moment she did not understand what he meant, but then it dawned on her and her lips curled somewhat upwards again. ”I can think of many things, but the issue is whether or not I’ll be able to create it.” She knew that his style would require a whole new style for her as well, making something completely different other than what she had done in the past and all. ”I don’t think I could match the style of your wristbands with great success.” the girl had to admit as she watched the black leather. It seemed human made or something. Just to get black leather in that quality and proper shade would be a nightmare. Of course she could roam around in Halifax until she found something that could fit him that already was made, but that would be cheating and it was absolutely not an option. She gathered the remaining bones by the counter and would toss it to her killer rodents later if she found a reason to go downstairs into the basement.