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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐒.
A mantra kept, cycled over and over, in her mind. SHUNSUI WAS KIND ; he'd offered hearth, home and drink ( though, the latter she had refused, for she found her stomach was far too weak , ) to someone like ... HER. No threat, in his mind, but a hollow still. Perhaps her idealism was not so foolish, after all. Perhaps, there was a way that they could live in harmony, those that were evolved, and those of shinigami rank.
Though, to many, still, that was a PIPE - DREAM. The Central 46, certainly, would not want much to do with their ilk ; even after the help provided by former Espada ( or, were they Espada, still ) during the Quincy invasion. Even now, she'd seen evidence of their trespass, but kept herself hush.
Eyes flit down to map in hand, brow creased as she tries to make some relative sense of it. Las Noches was wide, sprawling, but moved always. Corridors and halls and even rooms changed at a whim, seemingly for fun. She could easily recall the singular time she landed in what felt like a punishment room, but she'd tell no one of that error.
Map crinkles in hand, as smaller frame collides with one much taller, Celeste only barely stumbling back before abandoning parchment all together, claws gentle, ginger as they come in tandem to stabilize the other. Goodness, you uncoordinated goose.
❝ F - Forgive me, I'm terribly sorry, it - ... It ... Reading is a bit hard for me, and I suppose my beak was a bit stuck in trying ... I'm so sorry if I've hurt you at all - ❞
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOh dear ; WHITE COAT.
