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[Kasanda [Onora]]

I analyzed his face, and saw the smile. It was almost as if he were emotionally attached to the markings, but I could have been wrong. "Where are you from?" I asked, struggling for something to say.

[stry]

"A desert. Far from here, where... my kind... are as common as humans and whatever else is in this place," I rub my hands together, even more markings on the backs of my hands. Names of our Gods, faces as well.
More of my thick hair falls in front of my eyes, and I push it out of my face with another one of my thin hands. "Sometimes, I wish I could go back. then I remember what I'm fighting for."

[Kasanda [Onora]]

I nod slowly in understanding. Truth be told, I didn't know the feeling of being homesick. "My past isn't as exotic," I said weakly. "I grew up on a farm outside of Harphilia." Shrugging, I added, "I don't ever plan on going back though. I have Cat and that's all I need." I added a smile as if to prove it. Though I can imagine it wasn't a very convincing grin.

[stry]

"Sometimes I think that all I need is myself," I smile a bit, "But that is only sometimes." I do not believe her smile for an instant. Being here, I have had plenty of chances to analyze humans. I know theor forced smiles well. I get them quite often, actually. I msile back at her, that grin that is soaked in m nervous charm. It always is.

[Kasanda [Onora]]

I lean against the wall opposite Haraldur, smirking and staring at the drab surroundings. "It's hard to be alone," I agree, my voice quiet. "Especially these days." My days before Cat were dreary, that was definite.

"I don't really get along well with other people," I admit with a shrug. "You could say I'm sort of antisocial."

[stry]

I smile a bit. "You're not alone there." I say with a laugh. But it is not an actual laugh, it is more of a sort of nervous shake to my words. "But I think that is is more like other poeple do not get along well with me. I scare them, terribly." My laugh is not nervous this time. It is... bitter. Uncharacteristic.

[Kasanda [Onora]]

I smirked, a dry smile tugging at only one side of my lips. I wonder if he was really treated as cruelly as he makes it sound, and I wouldn't be surprised if he was. People were like that.

Which was why I stuck with cats. Or, rather, Cat.

"Did you leave home when you were very young?" I asked.

[stry]

"Yes. I left when I was... nine, I think. I could not stand being kept inside all day. My mother would not let me even see a lot of the outdoors when I was younger. I was always studying. Mother said it was for the best that I learn like a noble child, but I never knew why it was so important. " My voice laughs a little at this, when I remember my mother and her high-pitched voice telling me never to speak to the other children. And I remember my father letting me practice the sword at night, while she was asleep, as well as the natrual talent that I have with a blade.

[Kasanda [Onora]]

I slid further down the wall, waggling a finger in Cat's face. He swatted lazily at it, and I began to scratch his chin. The purring noises grew louder, like a steady rumble. My smile grew.

"Sounds like you had a nice enough family, though," I said, not looking up. Of course, I only said this because he had mentioned a mother, which I had never had myself. At least, not in memory. But I refused to let this put a damper upon conversation, so I ran a hand down Cat's back rather than say anything else.