the girl is poison; aranea, any

[Aranea]

Shadows had always become her. Aranea had lingered in them most of her life and found comfort in the way that they draped across her ash and soot coat. Of course, she could not linger in them forever. Aranea emerged to seek some reprieve from this silent cell to which she had been confined. The bars would not budge but perhaps company could be found that would not mind the quiet. Perhaps she might not be forced to spend yet another day with nothing but the shadows to keep her. That being said she had hardly expected her quiet to come to such an abrupt end. At first Aranea was startled - she shied instinctively away from the commotion - but by the time the angry voice registered she was damn well annoyed. How dare this child blame HER! Aranea snorted her displeasure, but of course had no verbal response to give. The pinned ears and irritated squeal would have to suffice. If you asked her it was pretty damn clear just how unimpressed she was with the verbal assault.