07-16-2018, 03:57 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"]★ — Had Beverly known what she was supposed to about the family which the ring hailed from, she would've agreed fully. The Mikaelson family was and always would be riddled with hate and deceit. Perhaps that was why Emilia had fit so well into the family.
As the other spoke, an uneasy feeling settled over her and she shifted awkwardly, foggy memories returning of the woman who gave her the ring. "Yeah, it is strange..." she trailed off. At the comment about Marg's preference of her owning the ring over anyone else, the younger girl smiled. "Oh, thanks. Even if I don't know why I have it, I feel... an attachment to it. A few months back, I was being hosted by a group of loners, and when I left, I forgot the ring. I noticed immediately that I didn't have it with me, and I felt kinda lost." Now, Bev refused to even take it off while she slept.
Following suit, she pondered over which building she preferred to stay in. She didn't have a lot of belongings - not anymore, anyway. All of Emilia's things had been destroyed, save for her late husband's ring. "Who's your wife?" the short girl inquired, trying to make small talk, even if she wasn't that great at it. Besides, Beverly loved love, loved hearing people talk about it, longed to be in love.
As the other spoke, an uneasy feeling settled over her and she shifted awkwardly, foggy memories returning of the woman who gave her the ring. "Yeah, it is strange..." she trailed off. At the comment about Marg's preference of her owning the ring over anyone else, the younger girl smiled. "Oh, thanks. Even if I don't know why I have it, I feel... an attachment to it. A few months back, I was being hosted by a group of loners, and when I left, I forgot the ring. I noticed immediately that I didn't have it with me, and I felt kinda lost." Now, Bev refused to even take it off while she slept.
Following suit, she pondered over which building she preferred to stay in. She didn't have a lot of belongings - not anymore, anyway. All of Emilia's things had been destroyed, save for her late husband's ring. "Who's your wife?" the short girl inquired, trying to make small talk, even if she wasn't that great at it. Besides, Beverly loved love, loved hearing people talk about it, longed to be in love.