Frustration burned in the girl's throat as she continued searching relentlessly. Now, instead of the half-hearted look she had been using before, all her senses were dedicated to finding the disfigured girl who had slipped away from her words and presence, and made herself scarce somewhere in this large area. "You can come out, I won't hurt you," she cried out once more, aware that the words would most likely be ignored as the previous had been. But she had to try, didn't she?
Convinced she was undoubtedly travelling in the wrong direction, Blaze looped back, hoping to catch the girl off guard, or something of the sort. Soon enough, in her silent approach, familiar lyrics met the girl's ears and she flinched back unconsciously. That song...that song...hadn't her parents once sung that to her? Shaken, she sat bat on her haunches, ears perked as she listened, before softly adding her own lyrics,
"Tell him to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Without no seams nor needlework,
Then he'll be a true love of mine."
Her words trailed off into a whisper as she remained alert for the other girl, ignoring the sharp pain that ached in her heart. It was all in the past now. They couldn't hurt her anymore, she was safe. The words were chanted over and over again in her head, leaving the ebony femme feeling nauseous as well.
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