02-24-2021, 06:42 PM
[glow=white,1,400]LIKE WE FORGET WHO WE CAN TRUST ! — [abbr=VAYNE CIPHER-VANTAS, THE TYPHOON, BETA, 8 MONTHS]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
There was... quite a lot happening in The Typhoon; or at the very least, it seemed like there was to Vayne. The poor girl always seemed to be caught up in the drama in one way or another, whether she just happened to stumble upon it or was directly related to someone causing it. It was exhausting and stressful for the young Cipher, and she always felt bad that Roxanne, Michael, Diya, or some other adult had to come and clean the mess up. So that was another reason why she was out collecting shells for the umpteenth time; it was almost like a stress reliever for her.
Usually, Vayne was the only one out collecting shells when most people just seemed to sit there and stare at the ocean. Which, truthfully, she couldn't blame them, but there was just something so much more fascinating about the shells that was washed ashore. She cherished the one Danny gave her and actually kept it close to her bed, mostly because it was the first shell actually given to her by somebody else, but also because it was pretty.
The shuffling of sand made the kitten turn her head, her eyes wide with surprise at first to see who was approaching her, but that was quickly replaced by excitement when she realized it was Danny - and him carrying another shell. "It's pretty!!" Vayne chirped, looking down at the bucket quickly to take a look at it before she looked back up at her friend. "Thank you!" There was a brief silence before she added a bit meekly, "Not a lot of others help me find shells." Was it a sad fact? Maybe, but Vayne convinced herself it was due to her relation with Aphra - who preached to her about how everyone hated her and her family and how they were always out to get her. Obviously, that wasn't the case, and the mere fact that Diya had adopted Vayne was proof of that, but that insecurity was still there.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
Usually, Vayne was the only one out collecting shells when most people just seemed to sit there and stare at the ocean. Which, truthfully, she couldn't blame them, but there was just something so much more fascinating about the shells that was washed ashore. She cherished the one Danny gave her and actually kept it close to her bed, mostly because it was the first shell actually given to her by somebody else, but also because it was pretty.
The shuffling of sand made the kitten turn her head, her eyes wide with surprise at first to see who was approaching her, but that was quickly replaced by excitement when she realized it was Danny - and him carrying another shell. "It's pretty!!" Vayne chirped, looking down at the bucket quickly to take a look at it before she looked back up at her friend. "Thank you!" There was a brief silence before she added a bit meekly, "Not a lot of others help me find shells." Was it a sad fact? Maybe, but Vayne convinced herself it was due to her relation with Aphra - who preached to her about how everyone hated her and her family and how they were always out to get her. Obviously, that wasn't the case, and the mere fact that Diya had adopted Vayne was proof of that, but that insecurity was still there.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]