[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLmYzOTVkMi5UV0ZzYkdGcFpHZywuMg,,/earwig-factory.regular.png[/img][/center][hr]Mallaidh looked up slowly. Some of the others were looking at her, but the act hadn’t provoked Lady Eve’s attention. Or rather, she didn't let anything register. Molly reigned her breathing back under control, her tired muscles wobbling as the adrenaline waned. Her forehead prickled. She shoved her phone deeper into her pocket and tried to forget about it.

She had to stifle a gasp at the conjured image. The visage was terrible. Was the thing that had appeared to her in the leaves of the same ilk as this… whatever? Suddenly, Molly felt very ill, as though the bottom of her stomach had fallen away. Perhaps it was a mistake to have come here? Just walk out of here, never look back. But Molly knew she’d regret that more. There were things she had been promised. She wanted them. It was worth the risk; [i]any[/i] risk. 

Whilst Molly’s new peers asked their questions, she wondered how much each of them knew about this supernatural stuff. When her eyes came to the scarred man, she quickly averted them elsewhere, and then felt a stab of guilt. 

After the questions, she piped up. The burning one, the one she knew she couldn’t ask, was simply, [color=#f395d2][i]“why me?”[/i][/color], since, by and large, she was unremarkable. She had only been made aware of this unseen world mere days ago. And, ultimately, she knew she was here because she had [i]chosen[/i] to be. 

Everyone else covered most of what she wanted to know, but there was still something left.

[color=#f395d2]“Uh, miss- Lady Eve,”[/color] she began in hushed and gentle tones, [color=#f395d2]"Hi, I'm Mallaidh,"[/color] she moved her hand in the barest of waves. 

[color=#f395d2]“You’re mighty generous to be sure. But, uh, is this gonna be a long-term thing then?” 
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