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Kayrean sniffled in her cell, fighting back tears. She shuddered as she heard the small sound echo, horribly disturbed by the evidence of this place's emptiness. Not only was it cold, and dark, and damp and cramped, but unwanted solitude terrified her. She whimpered pathetically, and wallowed in self pity for a bit.

She was surprised when she heard the noisy ruckus of people coming, and listened intently. There was the scraping of a cell door, not too far down the corridor. She noted a faint clicking. Were those heels? Must be women. She wondered if they were the ones who'd brought her here... She couldn't be sure, having no memory of it. She heard... three, no two female voices. She strained to understand the voices she heard, but could only just make out the tone. Mocking. Was there another prisoner here?

She fliched when she heard a sharp hissing. That must be whoever else was being kept here. Cool relief bloomed in her chest. She wasn't the only one here! She would have danced for joy, if her wings didn't take up so much of the little room she had. She listened for the fast, receding clicking to end, grinning to herself. Whoever it was, they had sure given their captives a scare.

After waiting a few moments to be sure, she ventured a soft, probing word into the now returned silence.

"H-Hello?"

When the only response she heard was the clanging of chains, she suddenly felt bubbles of anger. So they were just gonna ignore her huh? Standing on wobbly legs, she growled and waited for the noise to subside. She wanted to be loud, make an impact, and it was hard to do that over such racket.

When she finally heard a faint sigh of resignation, she bellowed at the top of her lungs "Jerk!", then plopped back down as noisily as possible to fume. That'd give'm something to ignore!

The girl growled bitterly, and hissed out with barely restrained temper "My problem, is that I'm stuck in here, confused and afraid, with only you as company. You, the big JERK, who just ignores me. I'm sorry you're too antisocial to talk, but some form of recognition would have been nice!" She decided to ignore the last question, not especially in the mood to be curtious. If he couldn't even say hello, why should she give him her identity? She had at least reasoned from his voice, however raspy and out of practice, that he was male.

Kayrean's expression softened quickly, and she began to feel very guilty. She was being selfish, and inconsiderate. he was stuck here too, right? Sighing, she answered. "Right, sorry. I shouldn't have snapped. My name is Kayrean, but people usually just call me Kay." She thought for a moment, considering. "You don't happen to know why we're here, or how we got here, do you?" Not like she could ask anyone else, right?

((Be back in...mabey 20min. Ball's dropping! xd ))

Kayrean sat, eyes wide, paralyzed by shock and fear. Finally, after several moments, she managed to think. Right, he probably wanted to know her surroundings for a reason. Mabey he had a plan? He'd better, it was her only hope.

She looked around, observing grey stone walls on three sides, slick with the stereotypical dungeon dampness. She sat on solid stone of the same kind, even wetter than the walls. To one side of her, there was a row of iron bars, that included a small door with a rusty padlock holding it closed from the outside. The small cell held absolutely nothing but herself, no adornment of any kind. Looking out through the bars, she saw that the corridor was slightly nicer. The walls were the same stone, but kept dry, and there was a wooden floor. The whole place looked medieval, except for the out of place electrical lights that hung from the ceiling.

She quickly described everything to Scythe, hoping it would help.