Grimm continued to draw for a couple minutes before he responded, having some trouble with drawing the markings on her arms. He also was taking the time to observe and go over the information he was receiving as he stared, his gaze unwavering and intense. [color=00aeef][sub]"Unease, pride, returning feelings of another emotion, too faint to tell, could be fear, but could also be annoyance."[/sub][/color] He muttered to himself again, his voice a whisper that could hardly be heard by the Dryad unless she strained her ears. Grimm leaned forward on the table, switching the apple in one hand for the pen in the other with a fluid and graceful toss, catching both of them easily and taking another bite out of the apple before he finally spoke.

[color=00aeef]"Well, besides the obvious ones, I'm not treating you any differently than I treat anyone else. If I see something I take interest, I draw it, and one of my favorite things to do is something that is only possible because I'm a Reaper. I stare into the souls of everyone I meet, and while all are interesting in their own way, some pull at my mind and set it ablaze with inspiration, like that of the Skylark over there."[/color] Grimm indicated to Carmen with the pencil in his hand, and using he break in the conversation to sneak in another bite of his apple. [color=00aeef]"But then their are ones like your's, where I feel something at the fringe of my thoughts, but mere observation isn't enough to gain a clear picture. I have to approach them, investigate them, see what I can gather that might set the gears in motion, what will fuel the fires of my creative process. And you have given me a bit to chew on, but I must ask you a question now. Why did you stay, as I can tell from your soul that you aren't interested in anything going on here, and even more so that you're scared by me, my presence instills you with unease. Does Death disturb you, Dryad, does the thought of dying alone, with no one to call your own frighten you? If so, then why do you continue push people away?"[/color]

Grimm's eyes had taken on an intense glow now, finding in her soul latent traces of loneliness, regret, sadness, and beyond that, eh notice a new detail of her soul that he had missed before. The ground which the bush was planted upon was vastly different from the ground outside of the wall of thorns, ground that would change as time past, over and over in a cycle but never matching what the roses stood on. Grimm had a lot of practice decoding the appearance of souls, which changed with person did and grew with every life-changing event in their life, so it only took a few moments for him to begin connecting the dots to from a picture of the person who stood before him. It was still rather vague, but it was something. [color=00aeef]"Something happened, something that forced you to leave your home, where ever that maybe. You miss it, want to go back, the thorns that keep others out because you want to forget the pain, but that same pain keeps you trapped because you hold on to the memory too tightly to ever let it go."[/color] Grim leaned his head back, going over everything he talked about, from the start of this conversation to the end of it before finally returning to the initial point of her question. [color=00aeef]"You ask how I am different, but I don't really believe I am, but are you any different yourself with the way you try to solve your problems, hoping that if you don't stop moving, the pain will go away. I may be young, but I know frm experience, both my own and that of souls I've gathered, that pain like yours doesn't just go away. It never just goes away."[/color]

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((OOC:I'm not entirely sure how well I did this thing with the soul, and having Grimm piece the dots to form that vague background or whatever. I feel like I might've meta gamed a little, despite my efforts to avoid it. If you have a problem with it, I could change somethings, though I don't think it'll have the same effect.