Owen didn’t attempt to sit next to her. The amount of time it’d take to get down to that level was frankly embarrassing and he would need too much help getting back up. “Ok, well the first thing, if you don’t mind sharing, what have you been seeing exactly?” Slowly he took one step, followed by another. It looked akin to an old man moving back to the wheelchair, but hopefully he’d move better soon.
“Yep, a Siren. Although from English lineage, so a little different metamorphosis from most of the Sirens here.” He replied, slowly lowering himself into his chair.
Kennedy, 25, is an artistic girl with uncontrollable premonitions and a dark family history. She's arrived in Siren Cove in hopes of discovering the truths to her mother's mysteries and maybe some helpful magic while she's at it. In the mean time, she'll paint you something magical.
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Date: 2014-06-16 05:49 pm (UTC)“Yep, a Siren. Although from English lineage, so a little different metamorphosis from most of the Sirens here.” He replied, slowly lowering himself into his chair.