Hana's no stranger to a fondness for oddities. Her bedroom in her parents' house (unless they've converted it to a sewing room by now) had been decorated with fossils and dinosaur models. The mourning jewelry and books hold her attention first, but the skull lyre repels her. Not so much because of its materials, though it doesn't help, but there are so many emotions tied to it. Strong emotions. Some feel old but some read new and as fresh as wounds. Quickly, she diverts her attention to the passenger pigeon.
A siren with a false mermaid's skeleton? Hana looks at him, an eyebrow raised and mirth sparkling on her aura. Aside from the lyre, she quite likes the wunderkammer.
Looking past him, Hana jumps at a flash of white in the corner of her eye and spins around.
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Date: 2015-01-29 05:45 am (UTC)A siren with a false mermaid's skeleton? Hana looks at him, an eyebrow raised and mirth sparkling on her aura. Aside from the lyre, she quite likes the wunderkammer.
Looking past him, Hana jumps at a flash of white in the corner of her eye and spins around.
You have a friend!