Feeling small Antonia stood in front of the weathered store front. He only possessions were the clothes she was wearing, the flyer that had directed her to the storefront in the first place and her own name. 
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Though Penny had a lot to say, important things about why the small group was even there, Antonia was more fixated on her mannerisms. They were so nearly related in mortal things, or at least they were more similar than she had been to her en-slavers. Every little thing from the way she held her hands to the way light reflected on her eyes, all was foreign to Antonia.

As penny finished Antonia reveled in the thought of helping unwitting humans. To harm 'supernatural' things as penny had said wasn't something Antonia had ever dreamed she'd be doing. It was such a drastic change from her old life. But the old feeling of knowing crept close behind her fear. If someone had been there for her mother  perhaps she wouldn't have made such a mess of Antonia's own life. If only someone had saved her from more than two decades of imprisonment. But the past was set in stone, and although Antonia crazed to have those years back, to know her mother, she knew the chance was gone. But there where others, just like her, who needed help just the same.

The large mans sudden questioning was unexpected, his voice humbling like a distant thunder before the rain has begun. He held an air about himself, a way of seeming used to be answered without hesitation.

Antonia spoke up before Penny could reply. [color=f6989d]"I'll go. Wherever you lead."[/color] She said, voice like a whisper, [color=f6989d]"I want to help."[/color]