Ivory it has a familiar ring to it, doesn't it?
Somewhere along the lines, she'd fallen asleep, her forehead pressed to her knees, arms holding her dress appropriately for the situation, but she was definitely asleep. It wasn't until there was a loud commotion that she awoke, rubbing her emerald orbs and stretching her thin porceline arms, "What...did I miss..?" she asked herself, slowly rising to her feet, looking around. This is quite..odd. What is with these strange people..? She tilted her head, standing still, gripping the sides of her dress tightly in order to remain calm. She was visably trembling, she just wasn't very brave. She moved over away from everyone else as far as she could, without keeping out of sight of them. She hated being alone, but she didn't know these people, some of them seemed quite eccentric and scary. These are not the types of people who want to be my friend..they all look so busy. I shouldn't disturb busy people, that makes them rather cranky. She sat back down, sighing. Why...is the only thing I can remember is the word Ivory? She gritted her teeth in resentment. She desparately wanted answers. This wasn't fair.
"I..want to remember..but more than that, I want a friend.." she finally whispered to herself, closing her emerald eyes, "I can give up on remembering, if there was just someone not so scary to talk to.." Ivory was an odd girl, given a friend, you could practically put her through anything, say anything to her, and she would endure it. However, once someone becomes her friend, a very dear friend, no one is allowed to hurt them. She wasn't the type to defend herself, but she would carelessly defend a friend.