folclor
Resident Cripple
Why'nn frantically pocketed the disks. Even though she knew her mother would feel betrayed if she did not give up but find them later, the girl would do her best to keep them a secret. At least she had her door back at this point. Her cheeks burned at the look and mention of Connor, her skin almost the red-tinge it should be with her lineage. The shrinking of his presence bothered her, but she said nothing of it. "Connor. You know his name." She almost pouted but it turned into a smile. "I guess I crawl back through now..." Her words were hesitant. She didn't want to leave.