Aurelia
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
She nods quietly, knowing that Sunjata of all people would probably understand her desire to prove herself. She'd been engulfed by it, that need to show that she wasn't a bad person. In reality, it didn't matter what other people thought of her. Not if, at the end of the day, she still thought badly of herself. But those days of guilt and self-vindication are in the past, so she will try to leave them there.
Her gaze does flash, though, at the mention of Milo and Melita. It had been a long time since she'd seen either of them. The thought that they had set off to find the trail of Mildew makes her chuckle softly. "I've missed those two," she murmurs with a small shake of her head, gaze softening with the heartache she feels.
But, yes, she has to bring up what happened before she'd disappeared. She enjoys it no more than Sunjata does. The sight of his blue feathers are indication enough that she's dredged up an uncomfortable memory. She offers a lackluster half-smile at his response, shrugging her shoulders, not entirely convinced that it would be so easy to dismiss. Not that there is much she can say about it that will change what it had caused. He probably understands to some extent, she thinks.. she hopes.
It's before she can say anything else that three cats come parading into the room, drawing both her and Sunjata's attentions away from each other. One of them, a white one, trots up to Aurelia, placing its front paws on the edge of her chair in a plea for pets. To which she's happy to oblige. Thanks to Seven, she's grown a fondness for cats.
"Oh-!" She starts, pausing as she turns and stares into owl-like eyes planted on a flattened, scrunched up face. "Sunjata, what happened to her face?" She blurts out, unable to stop herself in the utter shock at such a sight, "Did you hit her with a pan or something?" She tacks on, scooping up the cat and examining it with a concerned expression. As she glances back up at him, her brows furrow, "Gods- they're all like that!?" In her fuss, she's forgotten to keep her voice low. She also kind of assumed that these are the beasts to which he was referring.
Her gaze does flash, though, at the mention of Milo and Melita. It had been a long time since she'd seen either of them. The thought that they had set off to find the trail of Mildew makes her chuckle softly. "I've missed those two," she murmurs with a small shake of her head, gaze softening with the heartache she feels.
But, yes, she has to bring up what happened before she'd disappeared. She enjoys it no more than Sunjata does. The sight of his blue feathers are indication enough that she's dredged up an uncomfortable memory. She offers a lackluster half-smile at his response, shrugging her shoulders, not entirely convinced that it would be so easy to dismiss. Not that there is much she can say about it that will change what it had caused. He probably understands to some extent, she thinks.. she hopes.
It's before she can say anything else that three cats come parading into the room, drawing both her and Sunjata's attentions away from each other. One of them, a white one, trots up to Aurelia, placing its front paws on the edge of her chair in a plea for pets. To which she's happy to oblige. Thanks to Seven, she's grown a fondness for cats.
"Oh-!" She starts, pausing as she turns and stares into owl-like eyes planted on a flattened, scrunched up face. "Sunjata, what happened to her face?" She blurts out, unable to stop herself in the utter shock at such a sight, "Did you hit her with a pan or something?" She tacks on, scooping up the cat and examining it with a concerned expression. As she glances back up at him, her brows furrow, "Gods- they're all like that!?" In her fuss, she's forgotten to keep her voice low. She also kind of assumed that these are the beasts to which he was referring.
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
