Her voice...it was rather soothing to the anxious one, and seemed to ease her frazzled nerves a little, actually it calmed her down alot, but she was still feeling a tad nervous, since well...there was a lovely young girl serenading her now. As Erza listened to the beautiful Rhiannon sing her wonderful melody to her, a soft smile managed to find its way across her quivering lips, a euphoria of comforting thoughts soon took hold of her troubled soul, her bewildered mind that was once frantic and flustered, easing to a mellowness. "Wow...." She whispered once Rhiannon had finished her song. "You're....you're really good. I-I like your voice." Again her cheeks blushed as she scooted her legs in closer to her body, only growing warmer once Rhiannon took her place next to her, the redhead's smile now eye level with Erza. "Umm...yes I do feel better now. Thank you." Thank God...or whatever was out there her stuttering speech was slowly receding. "I don't get out around this school alot, so I don't really know what goes on. Really I...try to avoid people because well....I'm a little not like them." Even for a school for supernatural beings, Erza felt she didn't belong. Sure there was your typical fanfare of vampires, werewolves, demons, etc. flocking about, but her....she always felt she was something different...something worse... And why it came across her mind to display her wretched curse to this lovely girl, Erza did not know, but going through, she picked a stray flower from the ground, holding it between her fingers. In a matter of seconds, the soft pink of the petals bled out and rotted away into grotesque browns and blacks as the leaves wilted and dried, snapping away from the once emerald green stem...now just a twig of dark umber...that soon collapsed into a tiny pile of ashes in Erza's hand. 

 "See? I think people here think I'm...scary...because I can do this? You don't think I'm scary....do you?" If Rhiannon did.....then that was that. Giving a sigh, Erza discarded the ashes of the once beautiful flower and returned to her sketchbook, her smile again back to that same distraught scowl.