It is interesting to discover what tragedy is capable of doing to oneself. There are many ways in which an individual may grow or perhaps die a little bit more inside. At least parts of them may die.

Chevrille has experienced this and has yet to show even the slightest bit of solemnity. If anything, she has only acquired more than enough quirks from the events in passing. Whether it is that she is entirely aware of these facts or not is another discussion in itself. Needless to say, the mass death of many of her familial ties and the disappearances of some have left her feeling rather devoid of many things and in this void is where she has welcomed another being altogether. An alter ego perhaps or just a playful guise if it were to be anything harmless, though it is far too early to tell if this other being is to cause harm in the long run. No matter if it is upon Chevrille herself or another individual.

The setting in which she finds herself stepping into is a bit unconventional in her terms, she has very little social experience since the meteor strike those many years ago and finding two strange individuals conversing in the brush only seeks to spark some odd intrigue within her.

She approaches on light paws toward the pair with innocent curiosity within the depths of her jade pools. It is the first interaction she has had in ages and although she is in the near middle of her life cycle, she feels as spry and young as the two before her. The smaller female bolts as the blood hued male startles her and within moments she is back to confront the male in a rather timid manner. It goes on like this for a small while longer as Chevrille watches from afar before she decides to intervene and throw herself into the mix, a new personality taking over completely.

"Ah, young love. I'm lucky that I don't remember those days.." She speaks in a rather roughly feminine voice, telling of the tough years that she has lived through and betraying what injury she had endured in her earlier life. It does not go to say that she cannot sound pretty when speaking, it is only that her timbre is a bit more.. damaged than most others.

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OF COBRYN & JAIDAH | NINE YEARS | NO CHAINS & NO REGRETS