Snippet #1604437

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{ ramona weston. }

Ramona slowly came back to consciousness, her blond eyelashes flickering shadows on her white face as she opened her blue eyes. She jumped up in alertness immediately, whipping around to survey her surroundings, eyes narrowing. Her surroundings had changed drastically from where she was last, and she only blearily remembered the details. She reached a delicate hand down to the outfit she was wearing and her eyes widened slightly in surprise, and then slight disdain displayed in a sharply raised eyebrow. She snorted softly, still a bit dazed and confused about all of this, and straightened out the pleats absently, only stopping when a thought hit her. She looked to her side in alarm but then looked down, her heart stilling to a regular pace again when she saw that the child was there, her little hands clinging to the bed sheets, eyes searching Ramona like a frightened rabbit or fawn. "Lady? You okay?" She said in a trembling voice, her ragged brown hair drooping over her shoulders. Ramona paused before answering in a falteringly cheerful voice quietly.
"Yes... Yes, I'm okay. Are you?" She looked the little girl over briefly as she nodded her head and blinked."Um...So, do you know who brought us here?" The little girl's eyes widened, fear stirring in her face."A...I d'no." She answered blankly, and Ramona rolled her eyes, stretching."Well, whatever. Whoever it is then he or she was nice enough to take his or her's time to save me." She shrugged and stood up, smiling at the girl."What's your name?" She asked her, trying to cheer the child up. She was obviously quite shaken-just as shaken as Ramona was on the inside, really- and needed some kind of protection from the grisly world she had been thrown into. The girl looked up, her sparkling green eyes softening for the first time Ramona had seen them do, and answered shyly, "Bird." Ramona cocked her head."That's... A pretty name." She smiled, both sympathy and kindness in her expression, falling silent. She sighed and slipped off of the bed, straightening in front of a large mirror hanging on the wall. Her eyebrow resumed its raised position, and she scowled, turning away and looking down at her hands. She rolled her arm and winced a little, dropping it. Her shoulder aching slightly. It was still a little sore but bearable, and the pain was stifled greatly from what it used to feel like. She wasn't having any trouble breathing, luckily. The person who had brought her here did a pretty good job on fixing her up physically. She didn't know about the dress, though... She personally didn't think it looked good on her, even though she actually did look quite pretty. She smirked, brushing her spindly hand across her head again and straightening out the stray hairs.

((oh, and sorry for the crappyness of this post. Couldn't think of much fuuu))