T he girl reminded her of Cynthia, the pose that had been taken—strutting her wild self to the world. With no means of covering her persona which was vividly bright from Noire’s perspective. Proudly so, happily so. She felt mildly envious of the other and if anything found her to be more brilliant. “I-I…. I… Why are you posing like that?”
"Why wouldn't I?" She smiles widely, playing coy with her. Nora always had a way of messing with everyone, no matter friend, enemy or stranger. She always meant it with good intentions, though.












