Snippet #2059402

Pandora

"Meeting dismissed. I'm going to bed."

As Oliver rushed past Pandora, she could practically smell his fear. Did he really just scare himself? Well...it wasn't unlike Oliver for something like that to happen, but still. The way Pandora saw it, if he's the leader then he should act like it. For a brief moment, she considered going after him. A split second later, she made her decision. She turned silently on her heel, following Oliver to wherever he was going. Luckily, she made her decision quickly enough to be able to see where he was going. However, he had quite a bit of distance already. Pandora still followed him silently, hoping to all that was good and holy that he wouldn't mistake her for the entity he just described.

Pandora didn't know why, exactly, she chose to follow him. Maybe it was because she disliked cowards? Or, was it because she was actually worried about him? Perhaps even a mixture of both. Even so, Oliver was her friend....right?

When Oliver stopped, Pandora hid herself nearby, watching him. Wait, of course Oliver was her friend, why was she hiding? She wasn't a creeper, there wasn't any need to hide. Was it just because she had no idea what to say to him? Yes, that must be it. After all, it wasn't every day that she randomly trailed people just because she was worried about them. Er, angry with them. No, wait.....

"Oliver." She called out to him softly. Her accent made it sound like 'ohl-ee-vur.'