Snippet #1798913

Ellais reached out and grabbed the towel gingerly before she wiped her face off, avoiding her lips as best she could, she would hate to leave purple lip marks on his towel. “I am thinking of a pina colada...or a strawberry daiquiri...something fruity, and possibly strong.” She said before handing him back the towel. “Sorry if it has ointment on it...”

She stared at Jules eyes, or rather his eye lids, a confused look over her face. It was obvious to her that he wasn't blind, after all he seemed to have found the place just fine...but then why did he wear such dark sunglasses, and why wouldn't he look at her. Ellais bit her lower lip, pondering if she should answer. As the minutes passed in awkward silence she started to think about her situation.

This was the first time the young girl had been seriously out of her house since, well since she fifteen years old. Sure she had gone out shopping with her parents and had gone to the park. But she had lived there all her life and now, now she was going to be living here. It was scary to say the least. But at the same time, it was exciting. She would be able to make new friends, and these ones wouldn't judge her for being what she was, at least she hoped they wouldn't. She would miss her home though, her parents and her life. It was sheltered yes, but comfortable. “Maybe I should get something stronger, fruity but stronger.” She muttered underneath her breath, it may not be the best idea for a fire witch but what the hell.

Ellais shook her head at the mans voice, it really was a beautiful voice. “Hmm? Um I suppose it is fine to call me Elly, I haven't had a nickname in a long time.” She pondered how to answer his next question though. Of why she came here. “I wish I was bitten by a radioactive spider...then I would be like Spider-Man. Or get cancer...but no. The reason I am here is to learn how to control my power...If I say a certain word...my hands catch fire...it hurts.” She says softly looking at her burned hands. “As for my parents, well the ones that raised me are normal, but I have no idea about my biological parents. For all I know they are werewolves...but seeing as I haven't turned into a werewolf underneath the full moon I doubt they are...What about you, what brings you here. And why don't you look people in the eyes?”