[[ I'd prefer it stay that way. ]]

She's seeming just a bit too meek to start something first... Right?

[[ Is everyone here... ]]

A pause. Tapping her finger against her jaw.

[[ This eager for violence? I can't think of the proper phrasing. ]]

[[ . ]]

A beat. There wasn't a sound from her mouth, yet it felt pretty heavy when she signed NO.

[[ I'm not for it. I don't usually fight to prove a point. I've just seen a few "dead" people not stay... Dead. ]]

[[ Did you make sure by burying the body? They might only be /mostly/ dead... ]]

She's tilting her head to the side as she signs. Was she speaking from experience, or...

[[ Wow. You look rough. Did whatever did that to you die? ]]

She's slinking in from Gods know where. Quickly signing away at her.

A master of 'gesture magic', she's thin, lanky. A bit awkward, typically not making eye-contact with those four leafed clover eyes. Dressed in a nice leather robe-coat, she's away from her destiny for the moment.

She'll find her way back home eventually. Maybe she'll answer those questions.

What sick twist of fate gave her existence, only to break existence for everyone else where she comes from?

There were three others, just like her, born at the same time.

She's the only one here right now, so let's just focus on her.

When she follows it through, the world will crack apart, as it doesn't know what to do with her anymore. She wasn't meant to be after all! Her existence originally replaced by a ruling prince.

So what deemed her fit to be borne into the forest, twenty one cycles ago?

The road she came from doesn't exist anymore, wrenched by another's hands to make a new destiny. She shouldn't exist either, and yet here she stands. Her road is paved to her and hers, and she is doom-driven to walk it. She doesn't know the destruction her destiny will cause.

Nobody does!

Hers is a new medium.

She’s not the one to talk. Typically just using sign language, or jotting it down for someone to read. Bad things happen when she speaks.