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Who: Ilene (quick_sword, Clare ( dieprissydie
What: Ilene finding HUMAN!Clare
When: nao
Where: UM INSIDE the Castle.
Rating: PG? :D
"Clare." Her voice was low and demanding as she stepped up from behind the girl, an unreadable look on her face. She wasn't certain what to make of this entire situation, especially that she could now clearly see that the young woman's hair was back to her original colour. Strange,she thought, Last time this happened both Teresa and I had been effected. Why would the Castle take something similar again? She realized that, unlike last time, it obviously had taken memories, too. Perhaps as far as a large gap of time from Clare's mind, something she was all too familiar with.
Her hair is long, now. Just like that time...
That time. Ilene fought herself mentally, knowing now was not the moment to get lost in her thoughts. She was well aware of how frustrating it was to even try to begin to recollect the cloudy events of that day. However, Clare's appearance was already helping her draw enough conclusions.
She couldn't very well ask the girl how she was doing, or attempt to comfort her, and that made Ilene a bit uneasy. What exactly was she there for, then? Perhaps a part of her was just worried-so worried that she just needed to see Clare to make sure no one took advantage of her distraught state of mentality.
"I'm unarmed, so you needn't worry about that." She dryly recalled the irony of her statement.
What: Ilene finding HUMAN!Clare
When: nao
Where: UM INSIDE the Castle.
Rating: PG? :D
"Clare." Her voice was low and demanding as she stepped up from behind the girl, an unreadable look on her face. She wasn't certain what to make of this entire situation, especially that she could now clearly see that the young woman's hair was back to her original colour. Strange,she thought, Last time this happened both Teresa and I had been effected. Why would the Castle take something similar again? She realized that, unlike last time, it obviously had taken memories, too. Perhaps as far as a large gap of time from Clare's mind, something she was all too familiar with.
Her hair is long, now. Just like that time...
That time. Ilene fought herself mentally, knowing now was not the moment to get lost in her thoughts. She was well aware of how frustrating it was to even try to begin to recollect the cloudy events of that day. However, Clare's appearance was already helping her draw enough conclusions.
She couldn't very well ask the girl how she was doing, or attempt to comfort her, and that made Ilene a bit uneasy. What exactly was she there for, then? Perhaps a part of her was just worried-so worried that she just needed to see Clare to make sure no one took advantage of her distraught state of mentality.
"I'm unarmed, so you needn't worry about that." She dryly recalled the irony of her statement.