CONFUSION replaces all the faked malice on the teenager’s expression, and they blink slowly ( like a cat ) at the stranger, before shifting nervously. A job? Every time she’s gone to apply somewhere, she’s always been turned down because she needs someone to sign her papers and… she doesn’t really have a family to do that? And suddenly she’s being given an interview by someone she’s hardly talked to?
“I… Ch-Chara. My name’s Chara.”
Ceraun's lips twitch into a pseudo- smile, something she's not wont to do. Her hand outstretches for Chara to shake.
❝ That's a pleasant name, young one. I am Ceraun. ❞
Her words march stiffly off her tongue. It's as if she is from long ago, far away.

















