open + heartache on the big screen

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; letter-spacing: -1px;]Carmen was still adjusting to Bloodclan but she liked it. It was a whole new world for her, it was free, wild and you could be yourself. She could never do any of those three before. In the Adair household, everything was the entire opposite. You had to be reserved, calm and someone everyone else wants you to be.

Compared to that it was like heaven. She was in blissful happiness but she didn't know how to show it. Emotions were always told to be bad. She wasn't allowed to cry, to be excited, to jump up and down from joy, to scream in anger. She was told to have a poker face, or a small curt smile.

She loved it here. She wanted to shout it out to the world. But she was still too delicate to do that yet. Too small and weak and fragile like a tiny flower bud just waiting to blossom and finally become a beautiful flower out of its shell.

So instead she sat outside in the lush green grass, looking up at the sky and enjoying the beauty.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; letter-spacing: -1px;]The new female looked up, her lime optic getting full of more life each moment she was in Bloodclan and away from Adorente. That town was her home but it reminded her so much of her prison. She hated it.

So she would try to smile, a small but pleasant smile on her once pretty face. Even with the large scar on her eye, she could still be deemed beautiful but in her opinion she wasn't and she never had been. But in some ways the wound made her even more stunning, a girl with a past and it accented her high cheekbones.

Carmen gently padded the cobwebs down on her eye a little more, it seemed to be slipping off. "Hello. Yes Carmen Adair. It was Dae...Daenerys?" She spoke softly, her voice always seeming to be cautious but still filled with some hidden warmth.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 360px; letter-spacing: -1px;]She turned to look at Gertrude, the kitten who had come to her joining, the kitten who had been scarred like herself. She liked it about her, even if Gertrude thought she was not very pretty, Carmen thought she was unique and there was something about her that made you look at her in a positive way. Were others drawn into her like that? Probably not.

"Hello. How are you?" All of her sentences were short and choppy, another thing that was important back in her home town Adorente. Talking was not something a lady did, it was more of high ranked member thing, and all high ranked members were males. She would need to work on that as well.