[It's been a very strange day for Angel, and it's only getting stranger still. Seeing the ghost of her long-dead mom was one thing, just as having her follow her about is another. She's wordless, given how little Angel both knew and remembered of her, but she still manages a warm smile and nods of encouragement whenever told a story or two.
It's hard to miss, however, the way she casts a look around every now and again, as if searching for someone. It fills Angel with a faint sense of dread each time she notices it -- it's not hard to guess who she's looking for, after all.
Which is exactly why she excuses herself from the Pelagic gym after a few hours, muttering an excuse about going for a walk. She hates not telling Armin the truth, and certainly will divulge where she went at a later date, but for now it's better that he doesn't know. And in a way, it is the truth. She is going for a walk -- it's just the destination that she's a little vague on.
The destination being a familiar home in Goldenrod. She stands outside the door nervously, fidgeting with her fingers. Her mother stands beside her, silently looking between child and door with confusion lining her delicate features.]
You wanted to see -- Dad, right? [She speaks even though she knows there won't be an answer. At least it keeps her distracted as she finally knocks upon the door.]
5/8 - Ghost Shenanigans
It's hard to miss, however, the way she casts a look around every now and again, as if searching for someone. It fills Angel with a faint sense of dread each time she notices it -- it's not hard to guess who she's looking for, after all.
Which is exactly why she excuses herself from the Pelagic gym after a few hours, muttering an excuse about going for a walk. She hates not telling Armin the truth, and certainly will divulge where she went at a later date, but for now it's better that he doesn't know. And in a way, it is the truth. She is going for a walk -- it's just the destination that she's a little vague on.
The destination being a familiar home in Goldenrod. She stands outside the door nervously, fidgeting with her fingers. Her mother stands beside her, silently looking between child and door with confusion lining her delicate features.]
You wanted to see -- Dad, right? [She speaks even though she knows there won't be an answer. At least it keeps her distracted as she finally knocks upon the door.]