Lyric drug Chiana along, excited to have the entire day to herself. Well, she was with Chiana, but Dalia was not here!
"C'mon. You'll need stuff for your room, clothes, makeup, and whatever else you need. She's loaded, doesn't eat, and owns the building we live in. What the hell else is a vamp gonna spend it on." She continues with a mischievious grin. "'Cept us"!"
Hauling the newly resurrected woman into a clothing shop, she immediately starts grabbing items and dumping them into Chiana's arms. "This is so great. You're gonna look so HOT in this one! Oh! Look at THAT!"
Lyric was a whirlwind, snatching and snagging everything that caught her eye. Once they were both piled high with clothing, the two headed into a large dressing room. Lyric insisted on doing this together, under the excuse that she wanted Chiana's opinion on the things she was choosing for herself. The reality' She was actually kinda afraid to be here alone, and desperately wanted to get to know Chiana better.
Lyric did not have many friends, nor did she in Avalon. She was royalty, and a half breed to boot.
"So. I know it sucks being stuck with all of us an all, but, I hope that you will grow to like it. I mean, like, I don't know you and you don't know me, but, I hope that maybe we could be, you know, friends?" Her lapse into what she refers to as "teen speak" was an indicator of her nerves as well as her desperation for someone more normal, more like she knew people to be like.
She was growing to love Dalia, but knew there were things that were wrong with the relationship. The way Dalia flaunted other women in front of her, she knew that Dalia really didn't care for her, but she couldn't help how drawn to the woman she was. The way she felt around her, which unbeknownst to her was caused by the drug Dalia continually slipped into her coffee and food when she wasn't looking, was nothing like anything she'd experienced before. It was confusing, to say the least.
Embarrassed by her true age slipping through the veneer of adulthood, Lyric stopped talking, blushed, and continued trying on clothes. She would let Chiana talk, if she wanted.
"C'mon. You'll need stuff for your room, clothes, makeup, and whatever else you need. She's loaded, doesn't eat, and owns the building we live in. What the hell else is a vamp gonna spend it on." She continues with a mischievious grin. "'Cept us"!"
Hauling the newly resurrected woman into a clothing shop, she immediately starts grabbing items and dumping them into Chiana's arms. "This is so great. You're gonna look so HOT in this one! Oh! Look at THAT!"
Lyric was a whirlwind, snatching and snagging everything that caught her eye. Once they were both piled high with clothing, the two headed into a large dressing room. Lyric insisted on doing this together, under the excuse that she wanted Chiana's opinion on the things she was choosing for herself. The reality' She was actually kinda afraid to be here alone, and desperately wanted to get to know Chiana better.
Lyric did not have many friends, nor did she in Avalon. She was royalty, and a half breed to boot.
"So. I know it sucks being stuck with all of us an all, but, I hope that you will grow to like it. I mean, like, I don't know you and you don't know me, but, I hope that maybe we could be, you know, friends?" Her lapse into what she refers to as "teen speak" was an indicator of her nerves as well as her desperation for someone more normal, more like she knew people to be like.
She was growing to love Dalia, but knew there were things that were wrong with the relationship. The way Dalia flaunted other women in front of her, she knew that Dalia really didn't care for her, but she couldn't help how drawn to the woman she was. The way she felt around her, which unbeknownst to her was caused by the drug Dalia continually slipped into her coffee and food when she wasn't looking, was nothing like anything she'd experienced before. It was confusing, to say the least.
Embarrassed by her true age slipping through the veneer of adulthood, Lyric stopped talking, blushed, and continued trying on clothes. She would let Chiana talk, if she wanted.