Cynthia was hardly able to believe her eyes or ears. Everyone was falling in line, everyone signing up for this hoax. And while she wasn’t speaking it seemed the pink haired woman knew her trepidation and general disbelief and strong dislike. She was thinking she was going to be the only one to stand up and point out the absurdity of it all when a blonde man with scarlet eyes finally spoke out. Cynthia found herself staring fixedly at him as he asked pertinent, pressing matters. 

Her dark eyes drifted to Gardenia, lashes fluttering down to cover her gaze in mistrust. Feeling the threat hidden behind non-committal words and urges to join the group think Cynthia could feel her jaw tightening and her hands balling into fists. Things were not going well but she didn’t want to be the object of focus for the pink haired woman or her deranged ‘visionary’ father. Standing as the others did she slowed her pace to find herself next to the only other nay sayer.  Scanning the halls as they left the theatre for ways to exit, escape. 

“Aren’t you excited?” She murmured under her breath to her fellow doubter, the first words she had spoken since being abducted, her tone sarcastic but her voice a low mellow thing with an almost hoarse quality. Very pleasant on the ears . Cynthia stopped inspecting the route for exit strategies to meet his gaze for a moment. One perfect brow arched and a wry smile twisted her lips. She was clearly trying to communicate something without speaking. 

Mind racing Cynthia didn’t like the sound of the doubtfully successful shard removal… She’d never let the person who did this injury to her in the first place touch her again, that violation was unforgivable, but if there was any truth… The only chance of having her natural powers was removing that cursed shard. 

She breathed in deeply. Or, she could leave (supposedly) and live the life she had been living. Giftless, her talents and brains unexplored and unappreciated by the public, her sole value in her looks and body. A life she didn’t hate per say but found little dignity or joy from. And it wasn’t something she could share, openly explain to people what it was she did.  

And this unlocking procedure? It sounded dangerous and all the more unappealing since the pink haired woman was pushing so hard for it. To be in some show, to be ogled at and something for people to speculate over…Well she was already that. How had such a pretty, smart, driven girl with a nice father like Cynthia ended up so…So…Wrong? No magic, no career, no friends…Barely any family. 

She didn’t want to be in the light like that ever again. 

Shaking her head to clear it of these dark thoughts and painful memories Cynthia smoothed the front of her iron grey blouse down. It was fitted attractively and paired with a black trouser and heel. Only everything was slightly wrinkled for laying passed out for however long that was, and her dark hair was a bit more wild than traditionally. Disliking the feel of being sullied and discombobulated Cynthia ran a hand over her hair in attempts to tame it while following the pink poof of hair that was Gardenia. 

“A bit perky that one… I suppose you become that way when you knew what was happening and were able to work with magic…Even if you were closed off from the world and raised by a visionary…” An eye roll was given after this comment to the blonde skeptic walking beside her, voice carefully kept lowered so no one else would over hear. She didn’t want to piss off their captors after all. 
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