Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24857097-20141210061639/@comment-25280518-20141210193248

Amara sighed, and tugged her jacket closer to her as she walked to her destination. She had received a request to meet her at the cliffs by a police officer that she had talked with before, but had only vague ideas as to why he wanted to see her again.

As a precaution, she had brought with her her weapons, the Strigidae Talons. It wasn’t that she distrusted Oliver, he was alright, for a human,  but years of mistreatment by and distrust of humans had left her in this state, and very few humans had earned her trust, let alone her friendship.

She sighed as she walked, and wondered what Oliver could possibly want to talk with her about..

A single, lingering thought pushed itself to the front of her mind…

''Perhaps it’s about my dad…. ''

She shook her head, and dismissed that thought. It was a foolish idea anyway.

She spotted Oliver, and sped up a little. She adjusted her glasses, took a breath, and spoke.

“Hello again..”

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