She sucked in her breath. Easy, just breath easy.Â
She gave a slow nod as the other said her name, She rarely gave out her name but the orphanage asked, she thought it wouldnât matter. Silly girl.Â
She wrung her hands in front of her and stared up at the masked person. She tilted her head to the side a bit like a curious dog. âPrepare food? Yes!â She said as she lifted her hands and smiled.Â
She must not be so excited for something so simple. Mari has been staying away from helping but now she accepted the offer of help.Â
She had a big smile on her face as she rocked back and forth on her heels. âI can help.â
a slow nod in response, and pax thought they knew the source of the hesitation, recognised the flicker of fear in the girlâs eyes.
names, identities, to be known by the world is to make yourself vulnerable, but surely she should know by now to not give out your real name to people? it gives them power, makes you visible, signs you into a contract with those who have the knowledge.
(not necessarily birth name, though that can also hold a disgusting evil, but what resonates.)
if people here knew they were pax, if people knew that they were camille, that they were sol, were bandersnatch were monster were murderer
thought they knew the source of the hesitation, but then it was wiped away with her enthusiasm, puppy dogs eyes shining bright, rocking in eager anticipation.
pax couldnât help the smile that touched their eyes, but nodded in acknowledgment.
part of them was tempted to take the girlâs hand, like the childish aura she gave off, but they refrained, knew that it was too much, way too much. very few people got to touch them, an adding one more was too soon.
instead, they started walking through the corridor, inclining their head.
â if you want me to use a different name, i can. â
