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[color=f49ac2]"I am Circe, nice to meet you They Black. What's your stitch??"[/color] She asked mild curiosity peeking across her eyes. [color=f49ac2]"Unless of course, you don't want me to know right now, I wouldn't blame you, I keep my powers quiet. They tend to get me stereotyped."[/color]

Circe was bursting as usual with questions, her parents use to tell her that curiosity killed the cat, so she would shift into one and play.dead when ever she asked to many questions. She flinched inside at the good memory, her parents got caught on a con when she was twelve, and no one would take in a shifter child. By thirteen she was on the streets, struggling to survive. Watching the other homeless, taught her how to live in unbearable conditions. And their treatment of her all but made sure she keep everyone at arms length. She snapped out of her moment of reminiscing before Trey had noticed, the past was behind her for a reason.