#get--down--from--there

It was wonderful, seeing Carlotta so happy… she and Edward were clearly a delightfully perfect match and she couldn’t have been more pleased to see two people so happy together. And without wasting over a century like she had before finally acknowledging her own love.

“I think that sounds wonderful, a place for orphaned abnormals who need a family more than a… Sanctuary….” She nodded. “Please, if there’s anything at all I can do to help, do tell me.”

Carlotta smiled, “You’ve already done a lot for us, Helen. I mean, you took me in, healed me and helped me learn to understand my gifts..... Gave me every chance and let me go to university where I met my Edward.” she replied, reaching forward to take hold of Helen’s hand warmly, “You’ve been the mother for me that I needed....”

//let me know if you'd like to meet AU!NIkola's daughter... :D

Night, Old City Streets, July 2005

Everything was out of control as the street girl ran, shouts behind her and guns firing, only prompting her to run faster despite her shoes threatening to fall off (as they have for a while really since being on the streets for two years) as brown eyes looked back. “Go away! Leave me alone!” she shouted, quickly turning down a corner and leaping onto a  huge bin before flipping over the fence with the ease of someone who has lived on the streets and was a survivor, let alone her with her gifts as the uniformed men kept chasing her, trying to take her... Somewhere....

Panting she turned down another corner where she fought some others and looked back, only to trip on one of the bodies and scrapped her knee against the ground. “AAGGGHHH!” she cried out in pain, the fabric tearing with little resistance and thus ripping off the skin of her left knee and some of her leg. The girl twisting her leg around to try to stand up, she had to keep going!

She stopped though as she began to limp, seeing a figure (~Female...... Older........ Unknown.... Friend or foe?~ came the other voice in her head in it’s usual rough sound, translating in her own mind) in front of her and some light hit her features. She had a sweet face, but her clothes were tatty, ripped and she was in poor shape, very thin muscles on her bones from barely having enough food to survive each day and now blood seeping down her leg. Then there were her eyes.

On the surface they were a heart warming brown, but with her pain and somewhat being in the dark, they flashed a feline like green. For, from what little was found out a bout her, she could shift into some sort of feline creature. But she had been tricky to track and now the Cabal were after her, but she played the innocent card well enough as she trembled.

He’d been out drinking that evening - the New Praxian drinks, in their early stages, didn’t do much more than lighten his mood a little. And he’d told her he was meeting up with some ‘old friends’ but hadn’t specified who.

I’m a little bit tired so I’m going to finish off the reply I had started last night, post it - I might come back later, I’m not sure - and go and play Don’t Starve.