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Among the cloaked figure he had seen, there was one standing and stared at his direction while holding a cat. Her cloak opened at the front, revealing a set of gothic style outfit inside and it barely hung on her body. The cat she was holding had a nifty mustache, she walked closer quietly.

Arynek won't approach a male actively unless she knew who he was. In other words, the man she was getting closer was suspected for a familiar creepson. When she was a few steps from him, she reached her upper torso out to peek at him for a confirmation.

He was really the guy she talked on a fair organized by Amityville, on an open day. Yet, she had no idea how to greet him properly and not awkward and sudden.

It was delightful and slightly surprising the boil remembered her. They met at an Amityville's open day and just chatted for a short duration. He showed her his impressive invention and she promised to help with his experiments in return. It was a precious time.

Blushing mildly, which unfortunately was clear to see on a pale face like hers, "It does, how can a meowstache called that without a mustache?" As if agreeing the ghoul's words, the cat meowed. "Hello Brendley," she still remembered his name, "You got onto the wrong bus as well?" Arynek blushed more as she lightly held his fingers for a hand shake. The rosy color on her pale cheeks made the shadow look much healthier. Shadow Void, a shadow clan with abnormal pale skin tone, with grey-purple under tone.

Even eased up with the presence of her cat, she was still the shy Arynek, her voice was still light and of small volume. As if she would blow away with the wind next minute.

The meowstache gave a low meow as if saying it didn't want to be a meow without mustache, together with Brendley's words, the shy ghoul as amused and made silver laughter. The gentle small smile subsided and faded naturally, "I was supposed to get some unique flour from a village near the town....here, it's nothing familiar but the fog...even though not a big problem is unsettling. It feels like breaking into another world where you know nothing about it...." Her eyes nervously shifted as she spoke.

The arms holding the cat cringed at the thought and her face went pale again. "Can-Can I go with you?" Arynek said, it felt much calmer to walk with someone she knew. "I have nothing to ask besides how to go home, my Uchitels would be worried if I don't get home before twelve." She shook her head, fondled the cat from its head down the spine lightly and gently. "I don't think we can take the same bus back home....the serpent was gone, same as the driver."

Ominous indeed.

It wasn't the first time she dragged into unexplained events like that. Once, she joined a tour to visit the Four Clan island but the island blown up. Another time she had a weird dream about seven kings. Maybe it was the reason why she didn't freak out, yet, she still felt worried about what might be coming. The unknowns was what she afraid of.

If she was with her Uchitels, she'd grabbed onto them firmly so that her soul would find peace. However, she was alone, thus her cat became the driftwood as she wasn't brave enough to cling to Bren. She was startled by the loud villager as it greeted the boil, the tendrils which were gracefully shifting all came to a jerk. The ghoul gulped like a scared cat. She watched quietly and gingerly, holding her cat while Bren tried to reply. It might be unhappy with his slow response that it stomped off. The ghoul opened her mouth a few times, trying to say something but she didn't know what to say at all.

She sighed and shook her head at Bren, "I didn't expect that either....the one I encountered was much cooler...." With a meow, the Meowstache jumped out from her bosom and ran away. "Noooooo, mister, come back." Flustered, she chased after the cat, begging she won't lose it again. While running, she looked back and hope Bren would follow.

When the cat finaly stopped and washed its face, she and later Bren found them near a lake. Someone was fishing and made an action that suggested something was caught. Arynek tilted her head at the end as she saw nothing, without thinking, she gently tugged the clothes of Bren who was next to her naturally and asked, "Do you see anything?" She blinked her red eyes, and shortly noticed what she had done.

The pale hand on the fabric recoiled, "I-I'm sorry." She bent down to hold her cat, hoping it would completely block her flushed face. She almost shoved her face into the mass of fur if she could. "I'm so sorry!" There was vague mutter coming behind the cat, and Bren would realize the tendrils seemed to originated from the cloak curled up and squirmed as if it was alive.

"It's manners." She explained with the fading blush. "It's inappropriate for unmarried woman to touch unmarried man, my Uchitels said......" Her eyes looked downward. It was a misconception that the over-protective parents taught to the innocent ghoul.

She felt she need to do something to compensate it, holding her cat, she stepped forward and repeated the question again. The villager turned his head to her that made her cringed and threw her a "no". She was so confused that her head tilted about 45 degree, she could see something struggling at the end of the fishing line.

Baffled, she turned her head to Bren. "Does he hate me?" She wasn't sure if creeple like her appearance. In her concept, shadow shouldn't be as pale as she do.