"The Maiden who brought back life..."

The soft sound of humming fills the air, its tune with no words.

She sounds...lonely. Its a very strange sound for a young teen who has woken from sleep like all the pain in her chest has been a dream.

She isn't sure where to go from here. Home is no longer an option, and as for the people she cares about...

Ava tapped her chin and thought. Would it be a good idea to tell her all she knows? She herself is a Grimm after all.

Shrugging, thinking what’s the worst that can happen she opened her mouth to start saying stupid things.

“Oh absolutely! Oh there are dozens upon dozens of different types of Grimm. Some are small, others are gigantic. I myself could grow larger then the trees if I wanted to.”

“Some make you sad, others make you feel nothing, some are bigger then bears, others are giant fish!” She chuckled.

Ava from the first two words has the young Maiden paying rapt attention to every silly and perhaps stupid thing that comes out her mouth. She knew about the Beowulf--that one was the one the Boo scared away--but different types, some small or even giant fish???

The soft sound of humming fills the air, its tune with no words.

She sounds...lonely. Its a very strange sound for a young teen who has woken from sleep like all the pain in her chest has been a dream.

She isn't sure where to go from here. Home is no longer an option, and as for the people she cares about...

Ava rolls her eyes and chuckled loudly. “Well I wouldn’t like a apple dropping on my head either. No dear, gotta make sure Grimm stay far from you too.”

“And as the best expert I can keep them far, far away. Wouldn’t want the scary little girl eating monsters near you huh?” She snickers.

The soft sound of humming fills the air, its tune with no words.

She sounds...lonely. Its a very strange sound for a young teen who has woken from sleep like all the pain in her chest has been a dream.

She isn't sure where to go from here. Home is no longer an option, and as for the people she cares about...

“Atleast some of the voices for you are good. Listen to them. And you’re not bothering me at all little Cerulean. This ain’t the worst spot to stop and think.”

She chuckled. “Do what you want to do, I’m just around to make sure you don’t get into any trouble. Can’t be too careful these days sadly.”

“True. Maybe they are. Except for the ones that tell me to climb the tall trees.”

The soft sound of humming fills the air, its tune with no words.

She sounds...lonely. Its a very strange sound for a young teen who has woken from sleep like all the pain in her chest has been a dream.

She isn't sure where to go from here. Home is no longer an option, and as for the people she cares about...

Oh she was such an adorable little thing. She reached up and gently pet her head before kissing her forehead. “As long as I’m around, I’ll keep you safe. For as long as I breathe.” She hummed sweetly. “I love you like I would a daughter, little Ceru. And I’ll make sure to send my own family here to make sure you feel properly welcomed among us.”

For someone who never had children, her voice was so unconditionally loving. She never anticipated someone as brutish as her being maternal and yet here she was…quite a turn of fate, Ouroboros.

Helena reminded her of a fiercer version of Viridian, her grandma. It made sense that she trusted the Lamia thus. With her hair patting, the girls’ hair floofs just a little bit. She smiles softly, and nods. 

The soft sound of humming fills the air, its tune with no words.

She sounds...lonely. Its a very strange sound for a young teen who has woken from sleep like all the pain in her chest has been a dream.

She isn't sure where to go from here. Home is no longer an option, and as for the people she cares about...

Oh the poor thing. She was still a child after all. Helena was far too old to be caring for a daughter, and never had hatchlings of her own, but right now her maternal instincts has kicked in something fierce. She reached up to gently wipe her tears away with her thumbs before leaning in to kiss her forehead.

“I don’t think I can give you all the answers. Friends move and sometimes disappear the moment you blink, and your nightmares and dreams are merely that. Just unpleasant visions.” Though she knew what she spoke of from the network of beasts. She couldn’t let that be known for her sake.

“How about I introduce you to some of my friends and family? While you look for yours, we can keep you company. That way you never have to feel lonely.” Helena hummed sweetly, wrapping her arms around the girl.

Cerulean has shown much growth since her first times reaching out beyond the cottage. But that time has made continued growth difficult, as there are many challenges she will face and not all of them will be soft and kind. 

The soft sound of humming fills the air, its tune with no words.

She sounds...lonely. Its a very strange sound for a young teen who has woken from sleep like all the pain in her chest has been a dream.

She isn't sure where to go from here. Home is no longer an option, and as for the people she cares about...

“I-I didn’t expect to find you out here.” Tsubaki said as she walked up to Ceru and sat down beside her, watching as the younger girl kept braiding grass. “H-how have you been, Ceru? I haven’t seen you in a while.”

The soft sound of humming fills the air, its tune with no words.

She sounds...lonely. Its a very strange sound for a young teen who has woken from sleep like all the pain in her chest has been a dream.

She isn't sure where to go from here. Home is no longer an option, and as for the people she cares about...

“Sweet one you can’t lie to your old aunt. I’ve been around too long.” She chuckled before pressing a kiss to her cheek. Little affections to try and help Ceru feel better, in spite of the tears welling in her own eyes. “Sit down in my coils dear and tell me what’s wrong. Tell auntie why you’re out here.”

Hesitantly, she released the girl setting her down on her muscular tail. “You can always trust me to listen to you. You know that right? I just need to find a way to communicate with you better.”

Instead of an answer, Helena gets a noise of complaint that sounds like a whine. The dark-haired girl accepts her auntie’s kiss, and theres a tiny sniffle as she nods and is settled down on the strong, scaled tail of the lamia.

Once upon a time Cerulean had been fascinated by Helena’s tail, even a little intimidated by it. Now, she settles on it like she’d known how to all her life, gently patting the smoothness beneath her fingers. “I know.” Two words heavy on a little heart, that release...everything she can remember, really. 

Helena’s informed of all of the little ones feelings and thoughts, her dreams and nightmares of big Grimm too tall to fight and a woman with hair and skin of snow with piercing red eyes who terrified her. She told Helena of her hurting heart and her headaches and how she didn’t know where to start trying to find her friends.

The soft sound of humming fills the air, its tune with no words.

She sounds...lonely. Its a very strange sound for a young teen who has woken from sleep like all the pain in her chest has been a dream.

She isn't sure where to go from here. Home is no longer an option, and as for the people she cares about...

“Yeah well….. I’m sure the world would like a hug too. But….. That’s just not possible.”

Ava sighs and scratches the back of her head. “Yeah hearing voices in your head sucks, I know from experience.”

“I know. Its just too big to hug.”

Cerulean gently scuffs a foot against the floor and nods. “Sometimes they sound good and sometimes not.”

The soft sound of humming fills the air, its tune with no words.

She sounds...lonely. Its a very strange sound for a young teen who has woken from sleep like all the pain in her chest has been a dream.

She isn't sure where to go from here. Home is no longer an option, and as for the people she cares about...

“Dear if life was easy it’d be boring. And wouldn’t that be terrible?” Ava chuckled and shrugged from behind.

“You gotta look on the plus side sometimes. Life isn’t all bad.”

“That...would be terrible, I’d suppose. But I just...” She pauses, looks up and over her shoulder at the voice, having had to stop and reassess who she was talking to.

“No. Especially seeing...somewhat familiar faces. Or hearing voices. Not like...in your head, but....” She pouts. “You know what I mean.” Looks up from her position on the floor.

The soft sound of humming fills the air, its tune with no words.

She sounds...lonely. Its a very strange sound for a young teen who has woken from sleep like all the pain in her chest has been a dream.

She isn't sure where to go from here. Home is no longer an option, and as for the people she cares about...

Ah there’s that adorable little girl she met all that time ago. The Lamia had a new pattern along her tail, her eyes and hair were new colors, as was her skin. With ease, as if the small girl was mere more than a doll, the lamia hoisted her adopted ‘neice’ up and cradled her in her arms.

With her tail coiling beneath her, and nuzzled against the poor maiden. “I’m too much of a nuisance to be a dream, little one.” She joked. “Though I should’ve visited more often. You sounded so lonely, dear.”

Ceru wasn’t quite sure it had even been her; the pattern was much different, and she remembered new company vaguely with the coloring of a Grimm before she’s lifted up and cradled. 

The soft sound of humming fills the air, its tune with no words.

She sounds...lonely. Its a very strange sound for a young teen who has woken from sleep like all the pain in her chest has been a dream.

She isn't sure where to go from here. Home is no longer an option, and as for the people she cares about...

Such an oh so familiar energy. She’d been in hibernation for too long. How selfish of the lamia to not even visit. Her snake like body slid noisily along the grass as she approached. She hadn’t aged a day, the snake. And for the first time in a long while she was worried for a human.

“Ceru?” She hummed softly as she moved closer. “Sweet hatchling you sound like a mess.” She then huffed. Helena was partially hoping the poor girl would recognize her. After all she had gone through a number of aesthetical changes with her aging.

There was surprise. Her fingers still with the blades of grass, eyes briefly widening. A face appears in her mind, a body and a memory and--