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Trina sat on the floor of her bedroom, listening quietly as Maara talked, too fast for her to comprehend, but oh well. Maara had gotten Trina to play Candy Land with her, which Trina only vaguely understood and kept losing at. “Don’t you want to win Trina?” Maara suddenly asked, slow enough for her to understand. Trina looked up from the blue playing piece and watched Maara thoughtfully. “Win?” She repeated softly, thoughtful. Trina wasn’t a competitive type. Not even a little. “Yeah! Don’t you want to make it to the end first?” Maara question, tail flicking back and forth behind her, ears alert. Trina looked down at the brightly colored board, and blinked. “But to win…you have to lose.” Trina said softly, almost to herself. “So no, I have no desire to reach the end of the board before you.” She finished, and Maara groaned. “But that’s not any fun!! Let’s do something else…” She hopped up and went through her drawer, Trina gently picking up each piece, silently folding up the board and placing it in the box. Maara grabbed a handful of crayons and another mini notebook, dropping the crayons in her pocket. “I want to color now.” The cat girl announced, picking up her hat and plopping it on her head. “Okay?” Trina nodded, and Maara rushed out of the room, leaving the door open. Trina continued to sit for a moment, studying the Candy Land box. She lost herself in its colors for a few minutes, thinking of nothing, then stood and set the box on the dresser. Trina wasn’t sure what to do now. Suppose she’d follow Maara down in a moment... Trina sighed softly, sliding the closet door open and retrieving a cloak. She fastened it and shut the door again, looking down at the ground, contemplating something she couldn’t quite remember fully. Oh well…it wasn’t important…

Sha blinked lazily opening the front door, he had left the other night hadn't he he would be in Silents room still with the weezing woman whom he had no intention helping. Blinking his eye crossed the room in a bored manner before he finally took the steps to getting inside and across the room to a seat. Taking it he stared at his hands that just a few hours ago where covered in Red, a deep red. That though, was all but gone by now; his eyes travling across the room no emotions playing on his face.

His eyes scanned her quietly masking the slight amusment he got when she spoke, 'What a nymph.' He thought bitterly she was annoying alright but save from that she seemed to be an okay child. One he could damage without trying more then likely. "...Hmm.." Was all he mustered blinking at her as he laced his fingers and rested his face against them watching her from his seat. He was clean as of a few moments ago before he headed back to the Inn, and didn't concider himself to have ever sinned. At this point he hand nothing to say, thinking about his own thoughts and if he spoke them to her how much she'd hate him for it.

Leaning forward Sha got up and looked down at himself, He didn't smell bad, like he just took someones life did he? No matter. Walking slowly quietly he stood or took a place next to Maara and leaned over her to look at the drawing what she was coloring. The tapping noise she made only hightened his response time to anything she could throw at him; Words crayons, knives..Blinking he looked up at Trina seemingly bored but really deep down past the hollow mask his mind was racing with possibility's! What could he do to get her attention better yet to get her, just for a moment if only to return a gesture to him.

Gazing at the crayon he took it and looked at it before, Breaking it in half and handing the other half back to Maara. Looking at his broken peice he sat down and set it in front of him, staring at it. "You know why this is my favorite color?" Sha asked looking over at her in a dead-stare.

Her hesitation was funny, "Because, You can paint many things in the dark with it; and still see it." He murmured of course hew asn't talking about painting with paint, more like someone elses natural color, on the walls on his hands write there names in blood which is wonderful until it drys. " It smells sweetly, and can yell and be silent all at once." He was not talking about the meaning behind the color red. It had so many and how he enjoyed this conversation.

"No" Was all Trina got for an answer Sha's head rushing in wonder, how she though how she worked, it was all a mystery he wanted to figure out. A Puzzle that was itching to be put back together but in order to do that he needed her to enjoy him. He needed it.
Looking back at Maara he sighed then gazed upon the crayon.