There's always a moment, when she's fresh from a death where the world doesn't weigh so heavily on her shoulders. She's still learning about the ways of the world, still trying to learn who she is and what she's meant to be beyond Dark.
Dark is incredibly unspecific.
She's wandering through Europe, making friends where she goes and not getting into too much trouble - a few barfights here and there don't count as trouble, and she does need to feed. But for the most part she stays quiet, following wherever her whims take her, and this particular whim takes her to the foot of the castle Niklaus has Rebekah entrenched in. There's a woman, standing on a balcony, and she seems so sad. It brings her to a stop, and she can't help but smile, before shouting up to her.
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There's always a moment, when she's fresh from a death where the world doesn't weigh so heavily on her shoulders. She's still learning about the ways of the world, still trying to learn who she is and what she's meant to be beyond Dark.
Dark is incredibly unspecific.
She's wandering through Europe, making friends where she goes and not getting into too much trouble - a few barfights here and there don't count as trouble, and she does need to feed. But for the most part she stays quiet, following wherever her whims take her, and this particular whim takes her to the foot of the castle Niklaus has Rebekah entrenched in. There's a woman, standing on a balcony, and she seems so sad. It brings her to a stop, and she can't help but smile, before shouting up to her.
"Have you ever heard the story of Rūdāba?"