Pretty in the light,heathen when it's night

she has little innocent demons inside her eyes—

The air no longer reeked of filth and blood and defeat. The light of day had already faded when she was finally able to meet it, but no longer was light shrouded by the dark and dank cave they were tossed in to, where they were left to waste away within. Her fur was no longer matted together and covered in blood and dirt. She was free, no thanks to Illaria or White Timber or Obsidian, not even her father and brother came to her aid. But who was she to think that any of them owed her such a courtesy. She was the one who was in debt now, her attempt before his assistance were unsuccessful-who would have thought threatening wolves in a language they couldn't understand or care for wouldnt work in her favor.

Noctis was the only one likely not tied up in war efforts or thrown into a cell; and he was the one who managed to not only slip through the guards that were hesitant to allow any visitors, but also slip her an opportunity to break out. Thus came the debt that was owed.

He introduced her to the art of escape, to get out no matter the circumstance. And she did just so, at first she was just a touch reluctant, not quite accepting the fact of what it was that she was going to be doing. Then, as her voice would coo and taunt a guard in her direction, she couldnt help but let the desire to run take over. this is what you'll use... her weapon, gifted to her by Noctis with instructions and guidance if she wanted to be successful. He claimed it wasnt deadly, and perhaps it wasn't. But the effectiveness of said weapon was most shocking, but useful. A potent flower, one that made eyelids heavy and senses weak. A hefty slumber is where they all ended up, each and every one of the guards she was instructed to hit. Including the one that seemed so familiar with Noctis.

Her first goal was getting as far away as possible. The second: seeking out even just a morsel of meat to put in her stomach. Third: wash away the filth that was caked on her body. And finally: make her way to the Winery she was invited to under better circumstances not to long ago. Though, this time around the occasion seemed to be warranted with the lack of a warming invitation. This time, it seemed to be another instruction, something she felt the need to follow.

And so, with only the moon's light to display her presence; here she was, on the first few steps to the door of Mr. Lévesque's business: the winery. If circumstances were different, she might have been eager to be invited in, to indulge in yet another tour. But this time was different. And while she should have took off towards the college the second she was free; to see her father and brother, she felt obligated to show her face and gratitude to the man that could have simply laughed at her and left her there to rot.
"the venom"

—and they recklessly play with matches

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