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Cordelia's brow quirked up in question at the building she floated in front of then. Steel eyes scrutinized the piece of paper she held in her hand before looking at the building once more. This was the place right? After all this was the address her phone's GPS had brought her to, so it had to be it...right? The only reason she was questioning it was because the Lab had said this Lorenzo guy was a Necromancer and had first hand experience in all things death related. This place didn't look one bit mystical or magical. It looked more like a lawyer's office or something. But the Lab thought it might help her deal with some obvious issues she'd been faced with recently, though honestly Delia wasn't so sure how much a strange human could help.

She sighed heavily in resign, crumpling the scrawled note into her light green jacket's pocket. It wasn't too cold yet, but Cordelia's grandfather had insisted she take something in case she needed it. He really would have preferred to be there with her, but the snake really didn't have an interest in coming here to begin with. The only reason she agreed was so he'd get off her case about it, and her only condition was if she could go alone. His condition, bring a jacket. Cordelia couldn't help cracking a little smile at that memory. It was something familiar, something that reminded her of Ebony...The Basilisk shook the thought away as soon as it had popped in her head. No, she wasn't going to think about that right now.

Quickly, the black Frei floated up to the door and knocked light. No answer. She tried again with more force. "Uh, ello? Is anyone there? My name's Cordelia. The Lab sent me."

A voice caught the attention of the Basilisk and she looked up to spy a hauntingly beautiful girl in the window. Confused, she looked back down at the door. "The buzzer?" Before Cordelia even got a chance to compute the location of said buzzer, the door flew open and the Frei couldn't help jumping slight at the sudden appearance of this Lorenzo.

"Uh...nice to meet you too..." she replied somewhat automatically, doubtful she was even remotely pleased to meet him as she floated inside. Cordelia was barely listening to the human as she followed him through his office/home. With each passing glance at the items that decorated the place, the Raevan became less impressed. This guy was a necromancer right? Shouldn't things here look a little more...necromancy? Sure there were some odds devices here and there of which she had no idea what they could be used for, but everything seemed so...orderly and sterile. Ugh, it made her think of Ebony and her obsession with everything having its own place and looking prim and proper. The girl sighed and tried not to delve too deeply into what thoughts and emotions that had brought up then. It was something she really didn't want to talk about too much right then and was afraid that Lorenzo might want to "elaborate" on it more or whatever these psych-type people did.

At the word Raevan, Cordelia's attention was finally brought back to center stage. Oh right, this guy was suppose to be a Lab guardian too. Now that she looked at him closer, the snake was wondering just how young he was. Raising a curious brow, Cordelia wondered if he was even old enough to be a guardian. I mean, come on, that cape looked like it would swallow him whole in a moments notice if it could. As if Cordelia had any right to judge someone's age based on their appearance alone.

Her wandering mind came to a halt as a phone screen was offered to her. A message? For her? As if weary of the device, Cordelia moved in slow to read the text. She had to stifle a laugh. What was up with all those emojis? Smiling for the first time since she got there, Cordelia pointed at the phone and asked, "Should I text her back or can I tell her in person that it's okay?"

And sure enough as soon as the door opened, it revealed a bouncing Frei of whom was just dripping with gothic like elegance as well as excitement. The flowers, the pale skin, the rare black sclera eyes...in looks alone, Vesna reminded Cordelia much of Vyn, the rose Raevan of whom she had befriended a long time ago and had yet to hear of in just as many years. The Basilisk might have been quite saddened by that thought if not for the younger girl's highly animated antics right then. Looks aside, this Raevan's mannerisms mirrored the snake's own, rather of her younger self that was. A complete opposite to her looks in way of personality, Delia couldn't help chuckling a bit at thinking of how bubbly and eager she had been when first born to meet others of her kind and become their friend.

More in response to Vesna than Lorenzo directly, Cordelia smiled warmly at the Rusalka as she gave her dark head a gentle pat. "Ello Vesna, you can just call me Delia if you'd like. It's a pleasure to meet you." Floating further into the room, Delia took a seat on the closest available seating, assuming this was where the human would want to conduct his session. If she had legs, she'd probably be crossing them at this moment as she tilted her head to the side in thought. "As far as food goes, I'm not sure if it is because I'm still a Frei or not, but I'm not overly fond of human food. I usually stick to my preference of smoke, but please don't worry about me. I've feed well recently so there's no reason to fuss."

Taking the younger Frei in once more, Cordelia asked curiously, "Do you often eat human food? What's your favorite?"

"What are you talking about? It's not too short!" Delia laughed. "Ves, Vessie, heck even a simple 'V' could be your nickname. But I guess it's up to you whether any of them are cute or not."

As the girl went on about teas and other human food, Cordelia couldn't help rubbing her eyes and squinting at Vesna some. Was it her or did the girl seem different from how she'd seen her just a few moments prior? Maybe it was the lighting she was in now, but the younger Frei was starting to look an awful lot like herself, but softer and cuter than Cordelia would ever consider herself as. You wanted to talk mysterious, then Vesna would be the one here, not the Basilisk. At the mention of her near death experience, the black Raevan locked her jaw and clenched her fists. Honestly, Delia had been hoping to steer the conversation away from the real matter at hand for as long as possible, but here it was thrust upon her with the cheeriest of dispositions.

The snake frowned as she leaned back, arms crossed in a way where she could still cup her chin in deep thought. What did Cordelia want to do now? There was so much to regret and lament over, but as angry and depressed about certain things as she was still, the dark Frei didn't want to burden this poor innocent girl with her problems even if that's what she'd been sent there to talk about today. So perhaps to help play the part of "mysterious" that the Rusalka thought her to be, Cordelia simply said, "I want to live."

It was a moment or so before she softened her face and gave a smile, albeit a weak one and tried her hand at a jest. "Though I could certainly live without sweets. I'm rather sensitive to certain scents and most desserts tend to give off this sickening smell to me. Perhaps I can blame my soul for that. I like earthy scents the best." She mused a bit, trying to bring some brightness back to her face. "So you know Cesc huh? It's been a loooong time since I've seen him, Vivi and Shepard. It hadn't been too long after Cesc was born, though I wasn't able to talk with him much, he seemed rather kind. But I could never imagine a Raevan of Vivi's not being such. Are they well?" She really couldn't help trying to move the topic in the most opposite direction of what should have been their focus today.

"Vessie it is then." Cordelia's genuine laugh, full of mirth and smoke rolled in and it felt good for the Raevan to express it now. The weight of her mental and emotional baggage was not feeling as heavy as it should in the light of this delightful youngster. The snake couldn't help feeling wanting to keep this one as she had with so many others of whom she missed terribly. Maybe she should try to not get any closer to this young Frei? She didn't want to end up missing her the same way one day. But as Vesna spoke, Delia knew she wouldn't be able to resist the girl's charm. Seemed the Basilisk had met her match so to speak.

At hearing of Cesc's current status, Cordelia couldn't help feeling a mixed emotion of happiness and jealousy. She was proud and happy for the stag and his family, but it just made the smokey girl feel somehow inadequate. After all, she was older than Cesc and it almost seemed unfair that he was a Sigel before her. Though she couldn't blame that on him. Obviously her progress had been stunted due to her 'near death experience' as Vessie described it. She had only herself to blame in a sense. Trying to stay positive, Cordelia managed a smile and replied, "Well I can't imagine how he looks now, but I would say he was pretty adorable when I met him. All sunshine and pink with these little deer antlers and ears." Delia used her hands to gesture atop her own head the size of the boy's antlers then and where she remembered his cute little ears being. "Vivi's own pride and joy. Her petit chou."

Delia blushed slight. She'd been so engrossed with conversation with Vesna that she'd all but forgotten that Lorenzo was still there, most likely waiting to actually have their session. She knew she'd been sort of giving him a cold shoulder of sorts, but forgetting him altogether, that was just beyond rude, even for her. "N-no! I'm good, really. Thank you though. Sorry, I know you're being very patient with me. It's hard for me to talk about what happened and I guess I'm just trying to avoid it."

The snake gave a soft, yet true smile towards the man for possibly the first time since she got there. Despite his youthful looks, Lorenzo was cool, calm, and confident with a bit of an air for proper etiquette. If Ebony were there, Delia couldn't help but think that the Brit would have liked this guardian. That thought was going to cost her a bit, but it was something she couldn't help since her and the younger Frei's humans had a few key similarities. Although Cordelia had to admit that Lorenzo seemed much more laid back than Ebby of whom often had a sharpness to her that couldn't be dulled. The smokey Raevan then thought perhaps the necromancer was more akin to being a younger version of her grandfather instead, gentle and stern.

"Thank you." Cordelia looked between the two of them then. "Both of you. It means a lot, especially considering that we just met and all."

The Basilisk raised a questioning brow when she heard Lorenzo had tried to use some of his methods on Vessie, but were apparently ineffective. Why would he try to use any sort of emergency resurrection whatever tactics on his own ward? Had she died right after emerging from the tanks?! The idea that this man was indeed a necromancer was finally sinking in and Delia couldn't help having a bit of nervousness in her voice when she spoke. "W-what do you mean, he tried them on you? You didn't...you weren't..." Covering her mouth in embarrassment, the black Frei couldn't quite finish that sentence. How does one ask another about the status of their own mortality? It seemed rather private if not a bit morbid and uncouth.

Oh, so she had got it completely wrong. How embarrassing. Good thing Cordelia's cheeks couldn't enflame anymore than they were now which was only a mere dusting of blush. She had a feeling that Vesna would say she was utterly adorable or something, and for whatever reasons Delia wanted the younger girl to keep thinking she was cool and mysterious. Seemed the snake did have an ego that needed to be stroked every now and then.

Giving an awkward smile, "Sorry, guess I got this weird idea in my head about necromancers when you said that. Books and movies getting things wrong or blowing certain aspects out of proportion probably doesn't make your job any easier, huh Lorenzo?" As creepy or badass as those things made necromancers out to be, Cordelia sort of liked how things seemed to really be with Vessie's guardian. He was more like a doctor to the undead, treating them with respect and great care. So maybe it was okay to confide in him, if only just a little.

"Technically I have died before and was resurrected. I mean, all Raevans have, if you think about it." Delia's face became a mask of seriousness that was trying to not only hold back all her mixed emotions, but also understand them. "Maybe resurrection is the wrong word, more like we were reincarnated since most of us don't seem to remember our past lives."

The snake took a small breath then before continuing. "Before I turned to stone, I'd found out about how my guardian obtained my soul. It was...surprising and unpleasant to say the least. I was extremely angry at my guardian for keeping it from me, still am actually, and I think it's what made me sick. I don't really remember any of what happened while I was stone. Only the vagueness of voices talking and me not feeling...whole?" Cordelia shook her head. It was hard to put simple words to some of the things she was trying to express. She wasn't sure if any human or even any other Raevan could understand what exactly she'd gone through.

The smokey girl sighed, "Anyway, Zeke said I seemed fine physically for the most part. But I do still have issues, like how I tire very easily. I also get random fevers every now and then. When that happens I can't keep my form solid very well." Delia gave a quick demonstration by allowing one of her arms to melt to pure smoke before solidifying it again. "It takes a lot more effort than normal to maintain my form and only adds to my tiredness problem. But I guess it's good I have more control over my smoke abilities than I use to." She gave a small laugh then, "But you could be right about me having mental stress. Could that explain the fevers? I'm not really sure what kind of things to look for in regards to that, but if you think your exercises would help, then I don't see the harm in trying."