All The Same

"I was born here," Shay answered. She kept her attention on Emily, mostly because Em was watching her. Most of Shay's emotional state was bitter. It was cold anger that settled somewhere deep in her bones and was so ingrained that it was as much as a part of her as her skin was.

Over the few years of her life, Shay had learned to more or less hide the emotions on her face, though she had the tendency to look brittle neutral when she did. As if the mask might break and a monster would be peering out from behind it. But her eyes, they always gave her away.

"No. I don't know what powers my parents had. They're not around anymore. As for what I would like to happen?" Shay paused. "I'm not entirely sure. Just something to change. I want something to change. I want to feel better."

Shay looked off to the side when her power class was mentioned. "Yes," she answered mildly. Shay hated powers class. It was straining as all hell on her body, but maybe that was the point? "It's a little hard to train," she admitted.

Shay stiffened as Emily took hold of her hand, even with the napkin, she could feel the warmth of the other woman's skin, and it was a peculiar sensation. One she wasn't used to. Usually, when not having just come from a powers class, Shay would have been wearing thick, leather gloves. With gloves like that, there was no room for the warmth of someone's body.

Shay remained staring at the hand on her own, trying to maintain the neutrality of her voice as much as humanly possible. "Maybe it would help if I knew exactly what I was. I just assumed witch, but I'm honestly not sure that I am."