A sound of some familiar boots with some heels could be heard. It has been a long time since...Well, everything that has ever happened to all, but she could try at least, if she actually... "Vi?" Lya's voice called her. She seemed a bit more insecure than the usual, maybe the distance. "...Do you-- Do you remember me?" The cat faunus asked. ((hello :3))
Why yes, it really had been quite of a while. Frankly, the moment she heard those marquee boots on the ground, her head had been spinning with just what exactly to say. Last they met, they were back in Atlas. Her face caked in makeup, her hair made up as formally as possible, and her clothes all fine and orderly. So presumably, the woman must've noticed her for the way she walked, or similar. Or maybe just still for her hair, lets not kid ourselves.
Vermy turns around with a playful smirk, aiming to minimize the shock of her scarred side of her face a little by immediately just playing along. "Now how would I forget the only positive thing to come out of my stay in Atlas, Lya?"
āOr I could piggyback you on a swift flight over there? Finally worked out my boots so they can handle me carying someone else during my swift getaways.āĀ She wasnāt quite sure anymore if she had ever gotten into the nitty-gritty of why or how she always managed to get past guards or similar devices when visiting Lya back in Atlas, but she was just hoping the woman wouldnāt be too confused, even if she didnāt. As for the scar, she decided to keep that one for later. Sure, she didnāt like hers either, but itās also nothing sheās ashamed of anymore. Just who she is.Ā
