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Ada studied the small girl, not eager to close the distance that separated them. The child - if it even was a child - was eerily calm despite her surroundings, those ghostly glowing orbs doing nothing to ease the apparent tension the woman felt in her muscles, “It’s…hard to miss such pretty eyes."
Once again she took to surveying the place, her hand not once straying from the trigger of her crossbow, “Are there more like you around? This place seems desolate." She figured she might as well get as much information as she could, and this little girl was her best bet. If it wanted her dead, it would’ve seen to it by now, “Aren’t you scared?"
Eleanor looked at her feet, I'm such a bad spy...Maybe I can be a princess or a Firefighter! She giggled to herself. As soon as she heard the compliment Eleanor gasped. "Really? You think my eyes are pretty?! Thank you! Well your hair is a pretty shade of brown, and your eyes match perfectly!"
"Yes ma'am, but they're all with their Daddies or Big Sisters. They're probably gathering or sleeping. Probably something lame though." Even though Eleanor liked to hang out with the other Little Sisters, she still didn't like a lot of them. Especially since they all acted the same, they had no personality. She shook her head 'no' "Why would I be scared? It's so pretty and white!"













