Cecelia hugs her arms to herself, unnerved by the narrowness of the room as she carefully walks forward to the plinth. she squints and frowns at the decision laid bare before her.
it seems simple, which means it may be a trick.
or...not a trick? playing off her suspicions, perhaps?
she clicks her tongue and exhales in a scoff.] ...Well. What happens, happens. [and she'll have to endure the rest.
no subject
[where did...he go? where is she?
Cecelia hugs her arms to herself, unnerved by the narrowness of the room as she carefully walks forward to the plinth. she squints and frowns at the decision laid bare before her.
it seems simple, which means it may be a trick.
or...not a trick? playing off her suspicions, perhaps?
she clicks her tongue and exhales in a scoff.] ...Well. What happens, happens. [and she'll have to endure the rest.
she puts the stranger's name in the slot.]