your tongue is twisted, your teeth are nails
She followed the matriarch, the man, and the demi-god quietly and carefully. What would transpire she did not yet know, but having learned of monsters that were bastardizations of what they were terrorizing this world was enough to keep her interest. Climbing down the stairs, Letha settled at the bottom and took in the sights of the Safehouse. She was not able to take in everything before her eyes fell on Amun, and she moved towards him without thinking twice. She pulled the black cloak he had given her tighter around her frame and sat near him, still quiet.
She looked over to Samuel and offered him a small wave, and the faintest of smiles. Ocean eyes then danced around to each newcomer. She counted them, unaware she mouthed the number of each one as she did so. Amun had spoke of less than a dozen of them, of this family, and it seemed fitting. The warm welcome between some, and the icy cold lack of a welcome between others was not lost on the new Ascended woman. She looked up at Amun briefly with a puzzled look, but focused her attention once again on Wessex to await further announcements.
they drove your voice in your throat
Letha
