[h1][color=plum]Jacqueline Durant[/color][/h1]
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[indent][b][i]November 19, 1:36 AM
West Commons[/i][/b][/indent]
Jacqueline watched with wide eyes as the girl's hand washed over her rosary and lifted the filth and grime from it in an instant, returning it to its previous cleanliness. She gasped surprise quietly and drew the rosary back into the folds of her robe, into the dark and closer to her skin. This girl, she was nice. Unfortunately born a demon, but she would suffer the beast to get to safety, if that is truly what she offered. Maybe this was a sign from the lord? Maybe he had sent a messenger in disguise? How could she ever think to grasp at his workings, so far above her understanding and knowledge. And what other choice did she have? She had almost frozen to death by the time she reached the walls, and if she deigned to stay out here in the streets, she surely would not survive the night.

It was decided, before she had even met this girl-creature. She took the hand, cool and wet as it was, to help her to her feet.

[color=plum]"I... thank you. I am- I mean my name... My name is... Constance."[/color]

She used her mother's name, just as her mother told her. She was not about to trust someone she just met with her identity, that would be foolish. Beneath her robes, Jacqueline shifted and shifted and shifted her weight, attempting to find a comfortable standing position with her injured leg. She stood on a slant, hunched over with her hands at her stomach. Her robe hid everything but her eyes as she looked at Anna.

[color=plum]"Please... lead the way."[/color]
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