prompt. @soirah. “ i know you for being an unstable person! ”
“ unstable is such an ugly word. ” she finds no need to correct soira. it's true, after all. strange little creature is what the patronesses call her. she's never minded it. hardly many actually know why acts this way, why she puts up this wall that no one except a select few seem to break. sometimes, and only sometimes, even she forgets that she's just putting on a performance for the world. “ you could have used uncanny. eerie. unnatural. strange, even. ” she sighs dramatically, hand on her forehead. “ oh, how you disappoint me. ”
and here they are. it's a little shop that the seer has taken her to. not too quiet and not too loud. she'd seen it on her way to the palace before and it piqued her interest. she sits down at one of the tables and stares blankly at her. it'd seem like such an innocent little look, if it wasn't fareeda. “ i, however, haven't done anything too crazy. ” and then she grins. “ yet. ”
