Elle Joyner
Fracturer of Fairytales
If you had told her ahead of time what would have happened, she would not have believed it. She had trouble believing it, even as it happened. For everything that had occurred thus far, she had anticipated an entirely different reception, and for a moment, she was stunned into silence as the women addressed her so informally...accepted her, so readily. For inexplicable reasons, Gemma felt tears forming in her eyes as she bowed her head to the Empresses, "Thank you..." She half-whispered, "I'm honored and I certainly will be sure to return..."
She turned to Elias then, as he spoke, unable to help the brief, but radiant smile. She was proud of herself, and all too pleased with how things had gone, considering the disaster upon meeting Angel, and the ridiculous experience with Carlith and his mother.
Of course, it was a short-lived victory... because seconds later, they were back to speaking vaguely of things which sounded like nightmares, none of which she was looking forward to experiencing.
Looking from his Aunts back to Elias, a brow quirked, "...The red one? What does that mean?"
She turned to Elias then, as he spoke, unable to help the brief, but radiant smile. She was proud of herself, and all too pleased with how things had gone, considering the disaster upon meeting Angel, and the ridiculous experience with Carlith and his mother.
Of course, it was a short-lived victory... because seconds later, they were back to speaking vaguely of things which sounded like nightmares, none of which she was looking forward to experiencing.
Looking from his Aunts back to Elias, a brow quirked, "...The red one? What does that mean?"