[color=C6DEFF][center][h1]Lila Moriarty[/h1][/center][/color]

[color=lightpink]”You have a beautiful name Lila,”[/color] Lila heard Heather saying.
"Beautiful"... "Cute"... It didn't matter how much she thought about it, Lila still didn't understand the concept, she simply couldn't grasp it. While she was still lost in her own thoughts, the girl who was crying earlier, Patricia approached them.
[color=lightgreen]”Heather… Who’s that?”[/color]
The girl seemed to be still shaken by whatever that "nightmare" was. Whatever it was, it shook the poor girl to her core. She was crying uncontrollably, shivering. Lila wondered what that nightmare was about.
[color=lightgreen]”Her name is beautiful,”[/color] she said, after Heather told her Lila's name.

Lila couldn't hold herself anymore. Why they were calling her, her name and her dress cute or beautiful? Why there were so many people trying to talk to her, especially in Sunfire city, where most of the denizens knew what she was and what she did, and either ignored or despised her? What would they gain by talking to her, what were their reasons to do so? 

[color=C6DEFF]"What makes something beautiful or cute?"[/color] she asked them, confused.
[color=C6DEFF]"I heard these words three times today. First about my dress, then about me and now about my name."[/color]
[color=C6DEFF]"If I had to describe my dress with one word, it would be effective. Its light, easy to move with and it offers me enough protection from the elements without weighting me down. But I fail to perceive how it would be cute or beautiful. Being cute or beautiful has no use in a hunt. Why you say that?  What are the characteristics that define a name, person or object cute?"[/color] Lila asked in a torrent of words, loud enough to those nearby to hear her unexpectedly beautiful and eloquent voice. Aside from her clear outburst, she was not irritated, she just couldn't understand or accept the situation.

But before Heather could answer, Lila heard something that made her heart skip a beat.
[color=slategray]”Moriarty...Ah! The Moriarty family. I know them. Great Nayu family. Very peaceful. Great poets…”[/color]
Her face quickly turned to Soron's direction when he spoke that.
The Moriarty...? She had a family? Why no one told her about that? Who were them? Where they were? Why this man, Soron, knew about them?
Lila was never told that she had a family. She didn't know if it would make any difference in her life, after all, she was still a tool. Without someone to wield her, she had nothing. No purpose or objective.
Her usually cold and emotionless expression clearly showed surprise.
She was curious, but that man was very suspicious. She didn't know anything about him, and yet, he knew things about her that Lila herself didn't know.
Standing up and going near Soron, she whispered to him in an cold tone.
[color=C6DEFF]"Search for me tonight. I have some questions for you. If you don't come, I'm going after you."[/color]

[color=C6DEFF]"Velai, I will wait for Mirror, or my next orders here, I only need a small room for me to rest."[/color] she said to her, completely ignoring the "attacks" that were rumored to happen that very night, after all, it wasn't her problem. Sure, she would fight if it was to protect herself, but without orders, she wouldn't act.
Sitting down near Heather and Patricia again, shortly after talking with Velai, she kept waiting for their answer.

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