Silent said
Annaliese watched him with her sharp amber eyes, never missing anything. The tiniest of smiles formed on her lips, but whether it was real or fake, even she couldn't tell. "Ah, well, witches are known to be rude." She stated in a mocking tone. "Alas, I have to admit, I could have watched you for a little while longer. Maybe disguised myself as another of your dolls." Then she frowned slightly, biting her lip and then chuckled, "No, then you would immediately know that it was I." When he spoke of her company, she felt like a little spark of heat were still within her cold chest, but she pushed it away. Don't think about it. It's not real. "I'd prefer it if you would come to my tent as often as I find myself here, but I suppose, I lack an entrance a majority of the time." The tent she was given to call her own often lacked an entrance, or at least one that you could see. She distrusted everyone, although she had come to trust Andre, Diedra, and Caius more than anyone.
Then he mentioned something about Madame Sombre finding out that she had gone missing. She allowed a musical laugh to escape her throat. "Perhaps one day she'll manage to catch me away from my tent, but so far, I have managed to elude her. Tanner, on the other hand..." She'd been caught by him once before. Curse him for being a little more tricky than the Madame herself... She thought this on a daily basis, whenever she managed to come across him. She watched as he stood up like one of his own dolls and made his way over to what appeared to be a new one. She slowly stepped over, gazing at it, sorrow enveloping her at the sight of what the doll was. Pushing the sorrow away, she managed to ask in an unusually quiet tone, "A Cola will be fine, thank you..."
She slowly reached out and allowed a finger to brush against the pure white fabric before touching each of the pearls that represented the roses and turned them into tiny flowers made of the pearls. "If you would like, I can make sure that not a blemish will appear on her, or the rest of your dolls for that matter." She felt as if the doll's eyes were staring into her own, which was slightly disturbing, but leave it to Andre to create a doll that would be able to watch you as you watched it. She bent forward slightly, just so that she were able to get a closer look at its face and the finer details about its build. Every inch of the doll showed godly workmanship, nothing was frayed or even slightly unbalanced. How on earth...? She found herself wondering as she gazed intently upon the new doll.
Just when he had grabbed the drinks, she snapped out of it and returned to being the vixen that she normally appeared to be. She walked over to take one of the bottles and nearly dropped it when he said that the doll had needed a name. Her face showed a little bit of surprise as she glanced back at the doll and back at him. "I-I cannot give such a priceless doll a name."
