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[@ShwiggityShwah][@HokumPocus]

[color=68AAB9][b]"I couldn't help but overhear the two of you."[/b][/color]

A lush, female voice called out from behind them with belonging to the Wolf-Amali known as Vey. The sounds of her foots tapped lightly against the floor as she moved closer, a smirk laid out across her full lips as if to elude she knew something they didn't. Her attire was rather simple as it consisted of nothing more than a blank, cloth tank-top and dark-brown, leather pair of pants. Vey stopped a few feet from them and crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking upwards at the much taller beings.

[color=68AAB9][b]"You two haven't been here long I take it?"[/b][/color] She asked without expecting an answer [color=68AAB9][b]"I'm sure this beautiful creature here can help, but I heard you were looking for a spirit?[/b][/color]

Vey lets out a long, silent yawn as she stretches her arms upwards into the arm before bringing them back into position. The pair of wolf-like ears on the top of her head move slightly with each passing sound while her black, fluffy tail gently sways behind her. Both her tone of voice and posture seem to suggest she is rather open and confident in herself.

[color=68AAB9][b]"I've been here long enough that I heard from a couple residents about an ancient spirit that wanders the outer perimeter of the Sanctuary. R won't talk about it though."[/b][/color]

Vey shrugged without any real opinion on the matter. Everyone came here for some reason or purpose, that much she understood. At best, R would only offer a guiding hand to those seeking help. The majority of assistance came from other residents or from the Sentinels that roamed the many halls.

[@GrizzTheMauler][@Landaus Five-One]

Voltaire had disappeared into the mess hall barely acknowledging Stephanie's last words. After receiving his food, he went to the table farthest in the corner to eat by himself as he did everyday. Meanwhile, Cisna sat at her usual table awaiting her instructor, Vey, to come and eat breakfast with her. A faint smile and soft eyes did much to conceal the aching pain that her headache was bringing her. She ate slowly taking only small amounts of food in at a time. Her blue eyes that normally shined like brilliant sapphires had a dull quality to them as she stared blankly at the table. The sound of Stephanie and Vilkas's voice stirred her from the idle trance she had been in. Her attention was mostly directed at Stephanie as she listened silently to her. Her pearly white wings drooped a little at the last thing Stephanie said and her eyes looked down at the ground. Her father had tried and succeeded into making her a killer, another piece in his game for political power. Cisna knew just by looking at the look in Stephanie's eyes that they felt the same. That they had both been pushed to become something they were not meant to be. The difference was that it was far too late for Cisna. These small, delicate hands of hers were stained with more than their share of blood.

[color=D2D561][b]"E-excuse, d-d-do you m-mind if I...sit here..with y-you?"[/b][/color] Her voice was soft, almost quiet.

Cisna stood next to the table Vilkas and Stephanie sat at, using what courage she could muster to approach them holding her plate of food. Her wings formed an almost protective shell around her allowing a small opening in the front. Vey had told her that sometimes you had to be bold and take a chance, whether in battle or in life. Cisna could feel every part of her wanting to pull away and her skin crawl with anxiety as she stood there. However, this Stephanie seemed like she was just like her and the one next to her seemed rather kind.