No Better Way [Dehlia]

"She was."  She smiled, albeit a little sadly.  She missed her mother a great deal, but the woman had passed peacefully.  She heard the words about culinary arts and smirked with a bit of a chuckle.

"But so many people are ruled by their stomachs!  You hardly need to learn self defense just put a plate of food in front of them!  Bam!  Conflict resolved!"  Dehlia laughed at the picture.

"Either that or just stare down menacingly at them, right?"  So she had learned from her dad too.

"I learned how to use a sword from my dad, and a bow and arrow from my mum."  The redhead mimed nocking an arrow into a bow and shooting it across the cafe.

"Bullseye!"  She grinned.  

"Or it would be if I practiced more.  But I don't always have so much time."  She shrugged.

"C'est la vie I guess."  It indeed WAS life.  Her life.  She had to get used to having to schedule her free time and what she did in it.  The other girl mentioned about the height and Dehlia chuckled.

"No you're taller.  But I'm betting you didn't notice I was so so much shorter like others.  I'm 5'11".  So...taller than most girls I guess.  Bit closer to your height.  You don't have to look down TOO far, right?"  She shrugged.

"Was one of the first things I noticed, that I was looking up for once.  Felt sort of unusual, y'know?"  She didn't mind being tall.  It allowed her to 'look down menacingly' at people who were absolutely horrible to her.  People sometimes looked at her unusually with her bright red, almost pinkish hair paired with the purple eyes. Something about the eyes being a mutation meant that people suspected her of something.  She guessed probably magi most likely.  Or artificial eyes.She didn't really give a damn.  Magi weren't treated fairly to begin with.

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TAGS: Alexandra Caim

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