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[@Framing A Moose]

Monster...

Twas a common term for something that was feared, misunderstood, in the eyes of one...evil.  Monster was the term used for that scary, slimy creature that was lurking under a child's bed or in their closet, salivating for a taste of their flesh.  Monster was the word to describe a ruthless tyrant who drove his people into the very depths of Hell itself, into madness, depravity, and the darkest reaches of human nature.  And...much to her chagrin, monster described her, someone who did not meld with the norms of modern society, who did not follow the sheep, the flock of the mundane and their ideas of beauty and morality, of religion, politics, and all other man made cacophonies meant only to separate and weaken the dynamic human spirit.

So in short, it perturbed Elysia slightly to hear the girl call her dress...a monster, her brow crinkling as she resumed reading her book.  [color=a187be]"I've no idea what you speak of, girl."[/color]  She whispered nonchalantly while turning to another page, no eye contact yet, only reading along about the history of witchcraft in the medieval era.  [color=a187be]"Those who cannot see into the dark are ignorant of the beauty that lies within the shadows."[/color]  She then snapped her book shut suddenly, an audible clap of the pages together, turning to face the girl, her hood still drawn over her face, only revealing a glimpse of her demure pale lips.

Even through the thick veil of black lace, she could see the girl, such a charming face, and a beautiful figure to match.  [color=a187be]"Though I will say you are a ray of sunshine in this world ever growing dark."[/color]