[B]Gratia Mindaro - La Grande Terreur[/B]

Cold onyx met tearful, broken blue.
[b][color=2E2C2D]B[/color][/b]
Gratia Mindaro studied the object before her.
[b][color=2E2C2D]I[/color][/b][right][i][color=6050DC]Bianca wanted me to tell you, she's sorry.[/color][/i][/right][b][color=2E2C2D]B[/color][/b]
Her gaze followed the length of the Faunus' body, studying the pained winces, strained movements, dark bruises upon pale white skin.
[b][color=2E2C2D]E[/color][/b]
The dirty feathers.
[b][color=2E2C2D]R[/color][/b]
The shame and despair.
[b][color=2E2C2D]E[/color][/b]
She blinked. Once. Twice.
[b][color=2E2C2D]V[/color][/b]
Her facial expression changed not a single iota.
[b][color=2E2C2D]I[/color][/b]
It was impossible to tell what she was thinking.
[b][color=2E2C2D]N[/color][/b]
"[color=66cd00]Understood.[/color]"
[b][color=2E2C2D]U[/color][/b]
A single word. Devoid of any emotion. As if she had become a harsh tundra.
[b][color=2E2C2D]M[/color][/b]