[In Person] Not quite the usual reality-warping.

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[In the main hall, there's a seventeen year old Alessa sitting on the carpet, legs folded up under her skirt, looking ... very perturbed.]

[She's also in the middle of a patch of small flowers that are inexplicably growing out of the floor; keen observers might notice that there's small flowers dotting the manor all over the place, wherever she's been the past day, marking where she's appeared or disappeared or really done ANYTHING.]

[Every now and then, a patch of floor in front of her that she's staring at will seem to rot away into rusted metal grating covered in unidentifiable stains, some of which look like blood ...]

[And then it'll return to normal, and be quickly covered in flowers.]

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[She's returned to "normal" after that; no need to stay that way, here...]

[The exact phrasing might not get across, but the question's clear enough.]

...Mother.

[In Person]

[silent-childvi.livejournal.com]

[Ienzo's face falls putting the bag of sweets in between them. Really, how could a mother do something like that to their child?]

..I'm sorry..

[In Person]

[motherofsilence.livejournal.com]

[That gets a sad, weak smile.] ...it was a long time ago.

...Thank you.

[In Person]

[silent-childvi.livejournal.com]

[Shaking his head he pushes the packet towards Alessa further. Really this cheering up people business wasn't something he knew much on, but sometimes company was really all it took.

Granted he can see that the flowers are getting on Alessa's nerves. If he was more confident he'd probably plunk several from the ground, turn it into a game of sorts. Something to distract the melancholy from the air.]