Celia smiled back shyly at Faeya and nodded. She grabbed her bag and pattered up the stairs, intent on finding herself a room. She found one to her liking: it had a bed by a window that overlooked a small pond at the back of the house. The girl opened the window to let in some fresh air as she began unpacking her things arranging them in the dresser that sat at the opposite of the room next to a small closet. She sang softly to herself, unaware she was doing it. 

[I]And I don't wanna hear about the bad blood anymore
 I don't wanna hear you talk about it anymore
 I don't wanna hear about the bad blood anymore
 I don't wanna hear you talk about it anymore[/I]