"Well, I can go ask someone." Eris lets go of his hand and starts walking in the direction of near building, but she doesnt see the sign that says that it is a bar.
“Who we are and who we need to be to survive are very different things.”
When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings. — Dean Jackson
