Gian blushed. Never in all her life had anyone called her pretty. The scar on her face saw to that. However, looking at him, she doubted Conor would have such issues with scars. She smiled at Conri, holding a hand out to let him smell her before she made a move to pet him. Animals, in their own way, were very courteous, always following their natural protocol, and she was always careful not to break this. It showed them respect.
"I used to have a cat. A big black cat that I named Dracula. But when my mother died, my dad made me gt rid of him. He was very superstitious and hated black cats with a passion." She paused. Talking about Drake always upset her. "I used to wish that one day he'd find his way to my dad's house and jump in my window. I would keep him a secret, and he could live in my room."
She thought for a moment. "Familiar, you said? Like, in Wicca? Or is that something to do with this school? Like I was telling Professor D'Monde, I don't really know anything about this place." There she was again, fishing for information.
"I used to have a cat. A big black cat that I named Dracula. But when my mother died, my dad made me gt rid of him. He was very superstitious and hated black cats with a passion." She paused. Talking about Drake always upset her. "I used to wish that one day he'd find his way to my dad's house and jump in my window. I would keep him a secret, and he could live in my room."
She thought for a moment. "Familiar, you said? Like, in Wicca? Or is that something to do with this school? Like I was telling Professor D'Monde, I don't really know anything about this place." There she was again, fishing for information.