Phaedra stood in the elevator as it ascended to Malara's penthouse. It seemed like a lifetime since she had been here. So many memories flooded back to her as she watched the numbered floors ding and pass by. Memories of her early life. Her sisters, her family. Malara, Chloe, her mother. Izziel had walked her here, there had been little conversation as she followed him closely. When they arrived she entered the elevator, thanked him and waited for the initial meeting that was soon to come.
Tears had begun to stream down her cheeks as she hugged herself tightly. There were so many feelings, fears, and worries that seemed to escalate as she got closer and closer. What would be waiting on the other side of the door? Up till now, she had only been searching for people, but like a dog chasing a car, she had no idea what to do once she actually got there face to face. What would she say? How could she explain? Would they be mad? She was beginning to feel heavy now. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Not that she could stop it now.
Phaedra held herself tightly as she awaited her fate. With a final Ding the door opened. And she stepped out of the Elevator entering the penthouse. Her body clicked and chittered loudly, destroying all chances of a silent entry. The bright lights that once reflected off her shiny carapace now highlighted the skuffed shell of her body and cast shadows into grooves cut into her very armor. She could sense someone there, though she dared not raise her eyes to meet them. She wanted to speak, but a lump had formed in her throat, and try as she might, she was unable to get words to pass it. Instead, she stood, waiting for whatever would happen in silent anticipation.
Tears had begun to stream down her cheeks as she hugged herself tightly. There were so many feelings, fears, and worries that seemed to escalate as she got closer and closer. What would be waiting on the other side of the door? Up till now, she had only been searching for people, but like a dog chasing a car, she had no idea what to do once she actually got there face to face. What would she say? How could she explain? Would they be mad? She was beginning to feel heavy now. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Not that she could stop it now.
Phaedra held herself tightly as she awaited her fate. With a final Ding the door opened. And she stepped out of the Elevator entering the penthouse. Her body clicked and chittered loudly, destroying all chances of a silent entry. The bright lights that once reflected off her shiny carapace now highlighted the skuffed shell of her body and cast shadows into grooves cut into her very armor. She could sense someone there, though she dared not raise her eyes to meet them. She wanted to speak, but a lump had formed in her throat, and try as she might, she was unable to get words to pass it. Instead, she stood, waiting for whatever would happen in silent anticipation.