[centre][b][color=lightyellow][h1]Abigale[/h1][/color][/b]

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Abigale smiled at the boy, and patted Remuse, before gently giving the wolf-dog pup a nudge, to send him back a little bit, as it seemed liek the boy was a little nervous around him. Abigale, mature and wiser then her years would place her, seemed uuperturbed by the events that had been happening, nor didn't seem to care that she was in bright red pjs with blue and yellow dots over it, that her hair was mussed from sleep. She studied the boy, holding the charms out from him like they were posion, ignoring for now Magnus and Alexis. She tilted her head, curious about the boy. He seemed to have suffered a lot, in years perhaps just a little longer then her own. [color=lightyellow]"Hi. I'm Abigale, but you can call me Abby"[/color] She said, in her sweet, child-like voice that nevertheless tried to sound adult. [color=lightyellow]"Remus won't hurt you, nor bother you. He's a good dog"[/color] She said, still smiling. 

Shifting, she took a timid step closer to the boy, reaching out to touch the amulets [color=lightyellow]"These won't hurt...mmmm"[/color] A slightly peaceful expression fell over her, but a little trouble as well, [color=lightyellow]"What...that...tastes like...the smoke from peoples cigarettes"[/color] She frowned, her hand slipping from the amulet that was for the nicotine addiction, grimacing, but after a moment, the mood amulet soothed her, and she smiled slightly. [color=lightyellow]"They won't hurt you...Why don't you try them. You just have to touch them like I did"[/color] She said, her finger slipping from the amulet. She shifted back a step, putting her hands behind her back and rocking on her heels.

[color=lightyellow]"Ms Lenson is a good person"[/color] the bright young child said, still smiling sweetly, [color=lightyellow]"And this inn is great! My daddy needed to leave me here, cause...he thinks I'm too young. Please...give Callie a chance"[/color] She said, wanting to give the boy a hug, but feeling like that might be a mistake. She rocked slightly, Remus bumping his head against her leg. She giggled, watching the boy.