In a numerous amount of times, Etacia found herself hiding in the shop. Bold, bold, bold. Something her fathers lacked. Something she lacked. "Gotta... Gotta work... on that." She whispered with a smile despite her tone, curled up under a couch. Her eyes scanned the area behind her glowing visor with caution. She always felt insecure, for some reason. It was never safe. Never. Never. Never. I've got to get home. Home is safe. Always. It was never dangerous there. Nothing to worry about. Perfectly no strangers to be wary of. But all in all, why was she here again? "..." It's been less than five minutes. She'd forgotten how she got here, and why she came here. "Time for home then." She poked her head out from beneath the couch and began to squirm out, wiggling her wings to crawl out. Thank goodness there wasn't anyone else around, that would have been embarrassing. She huffed when some hair fell over her face and visor, and stopped at working her way out under the couch to blow her hair out of her view. Beginning to get irritated with her violet locks with thin highlights of orange, she felt her eyes twitch. Urgh, how she hated it when this happens...
Oh right, she was getting herself out of the couch. With a frustrated sigh, Etacia finally stretched her wings when she was out, until she found her eyes on the locks of hair in her face again. She lightly blew on her hair, too simple minded to try brushing her hair aside with her paw. Perhaps that had come from one of her fathers, Zeta, who had a habit of being lazy, or it was just her being, well... Stupid. "Hair... Wait, it's purple. I thought it was black..." Her tail flicked as she looked at her own hair again, this time with amusement instead of frustration. "Damn, that is awesome." Yes. She is very silly indeed.
