🌻*Pollyanna is too lost in thought to listen to what the two are whispering about. Whittier. J. Whittier. ...Saint? What's even happening, none of this makes sense.*
💙*The woman in the grey coat mumbles to herself.* ...bright blonde hair, with a star on the cheek...a polite looking man...and two people with red eyes...yes, it's gotta be
*She speaks up louder*
I apologize for the rather...hostile introduction. You must understand, we need to look after our own.
💙There's only so many of us left after all, we can't risk outsiders coming in and causing a ruckus. Regardless...my name is Paula. Pleasure to be of your acquaintance~
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These sound like a bunch of cultist weirdo's and I don't trust them.
Pollyanna is related to the leader of these nutjobs. That means she's in danger. I'm staying. And if you value her at all, so should you.
*She speaks up louder*
I apologize for the rather...hostile introduction. You must understand, we need to look after our own.