Guileless Son, I'll shape your belief
And you'll always know that your father's a thief
And you'll always know that your father's a thief
Walking to the opening, seafoam gaze wide as she had looked past it. Hearing the clashing and clanking of those hard at work. The ginger haired woman crinkled a piece of paper into her hands, it was worn just by how much she had been crinkling it. She had been given the directions on how to get here, for lack of memory.
The petite woman seemed to look up towards one of the soldier's walking out. His face flushed from the high intensity training he had just completed. Looking down at Cat, as she had asked something briefly. He threw a finger back over his shoulder where Deimos had been hunched over, doing maintenance.
"Oi, Deimos!" The young man shouted back.
"Ya' gotta visit'r." His language was not completely well rounded, possibly for the lack of break he had caught before running into Cat.
Nodding her thanks to the man, she had walked towards him. Her bubbly appearance not fading yet, but truth was... She needed training. She needed something, and hope to latch onto, that she could get stronger, or at least find something that she excelled at. Her only hope? Was to have someone train her who had seen this sort of thing.
"I.. Don't mean to interrupt." She started off, with a light wave of her hand.
The petite woman seemed to look up towards one of the soldier's walking out. His face flushed from the high intensity training he had just completed. Looking down at Cat, as she had asked something briefly. He threw a finger back over his shoulder where Deimos had been hunched over, doing maintenance.
"Oi, Deimos!" The young man shouted back.
"Ya' gotta visit'r." His language was not completely well rounded, possibly for the lack of break he had caught before running into Cat.
Nodding her thanks to the man, she had walked towards him. Her bubbly appearance not fading yet, but truth was... She needed training. She needed something, and hope to latch onto, that she could get stronger, or at least find something that she excelled at. Her only hope? Was to have someone train her who had seen this sort of thing.
"I.. Don't mean to interrupt." She started off, with a light wave of her hand.
Catalina
And you won't understand the cause of your grief
But you'll always follow the voices beneath
But you'll always follow the voices beneath
