@blaireaus ,, [ anger has all but melted, sickly sorrow left imprinted on once vibrant expression. with a great sigh she pulls herself up from the stone staircase, hands viciously swiping at STUBBORN tears, and moves towards the garden, hopeful that a breath of fresh air might alleviate the puffiness from ‘round chocolate eyes ] hearing THAT isn’t helping, dani. [ the voice that left her lips wasn’t her own, the venom she spat was unknown to her ] i just have a old ancient curse on me, that’s the truth of the matter!