nobody trying to figure out if they're good or evil / pitt ardent

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— kiira | tanglewood | medic —

Shimmering into existence, a small body seeming to flicker like a faulty hologram, the youth only offered a frown and furrowed brow towards the visiting leader.  Eyes of fall and winter flickered and narrowed, not a trustful creature in the slightest -- not for some time now truthfully.

Alone or no, this seemed a little... Suspicious.  Perhaps an over reaction, but Kiira knew she could not get by without knowing who's who.  The Pitt weren't friendly with anyone, quite the contrary as far as she understood, so she expected no good out of them and doubted their word was any good.  D́̕i̶͡p͏l͝o̶͞m̧͜a҉͏ćy̛.̵͝ R̶̛͝ì̧͢g̸̡h͏̵͏t̡͜.̵̢

D̶͡i͟͠p̕l̢͘ò̸͞m̶͜á͠͡c̶͘͡y̛ ̵̸͏f̴͏r̵̕o͏̸m̵ ̡a ́s̡͘l̀àv̶e̡͝r̡̛.̕͜

A single alabaster ear twitched, phasing as it did, though the youth seemed to pay little notice.  An attentive, but wary listener.  Don̕'t̀ ̢t͜r͝ust̕ ̀a ̸w҉órd fr͡ơm suc͢h͟ ͢f̴il͘t̴h́. S͞he҉ ͠do͢es̕n̴'́t͠ ̛de̛se͜r͟v͜e̛ i̸t́. "…"

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