Thread:Dawndragon1828/@comment-34147452-20190602233755/@comment-35946671-20190605210454

Aloure perched on a nearby ledge to the (presumably) window into MJ’s study. No one would know she was there, of course if she could remember her training. And she could. Aloure remembered doing a similar tactic for spying with Faron when her boss had- Aloure buried the teenage memories. She watched the whole ordeal, mentally taking down the names of everyone in the room. She smirked as the slight chaos broke out. As Micah walked in, she winced at his unknowing of Damian’s death. Jealousy flared up inside her chest at the aspect of him being Damian’s significant other. Aloure chastised herself for her stupid feelings, and continued to listen. “Damian’s dead.” She heard Chan say. “He’s dead and he’s never coming back. Aloure felt her chest seize up. The cruel reality caused her to make a small, quiet, whimpering sound. She hated how weak she sounded and hoped no one heard her. And they did not.