[ She glances at Carata carefully, aware of herself and the emotion that radiates from her like a disease. There is something subtle about the sickly sweet scent of it, something both alluring and repulsive in one. It is alluring to have the power to influence others in that way, repulsive and disturbing that she does so most effectively with emotions like hate and with fear. A poisoned center that touches others when she does not have enough control over herself. The push and pull of her awareness and her lack of desire not to hate Petre is frustrating. ]
Hello. [ A frown, glancing off over the city. ] Shall I go?
[ She should any way, such feelings aren't good for the plants, she firmly believes. She's hurting them as much as she's bleeding out onto anyone whose mind comes close enough. ]
never 8')
Hello. [ A frown, glancing off over the city. ] Shall I go?
[ She should any way, such feelings aren't good for the plants, she firmly believes. She's hurting them as much as she's bleeding out onto anyone whose mind comes close enough. ]