[The wisps wave at her and she squints her eyes, not really the kind of kid to play along, just watching them cautiously as she takes up the towel from around her shoulders and rubs it over her hair, still messy within the hold her ponytail. A small huff of breath and she begins to dab the salt water off her skin where it is exposed from the heavy nature of her clothes. She's dealt with being damp before for long periods of time, at least the salt is off her skin; for now, though she planned to stay far away from the water.
The man speaks and she looks at him for awhile, face flatlining slightly, a pfft of breath passing between her lips.]
No. [She didn't believe in that kind of thing, she would like to, but she doesn't. Angels, demons, her whole world is full of would be heroes and evils so she doesn't need to believe they exist somewhere else; they are very real. So in short, she doesn't believe he was once an angel, but deities, or whatever, that she could believe. She knew people changed everyday--for the worse.] So what, like an infection?
You just changed over time and became all see-through?
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The man speaks and she looks at him for awhile, face flatlining slightly, a pfft of breath passing between her lips.]
No. [She didn't believe in that kind of thing, she would like to, but she doesn't. Angels, demons, her whole world is full of would be heroes and evils so she doesn't need to believe they exist somewhere else; they are very real. So in short, she doesn't believe he was once an angel, but deities, or whatever, that she could believe. She knew people changed everyday--for the worse.] So what, like an infection?
You just changed over time and became all see-through?