Archived talk:Anemone Cirillo/@comment-24388242-20170722205327/@comment-32493715-20170723151620

{ | Text=Ann Glances at Tracey's hand then back at her face. Honestly after the sort of day she had had she had half expected any older sibblings to be towering figures in full greek armor and looking as if they were carved from marble. This was...deceptively normal, and it caught her a little off guard. Slowly she reaches out and grabs Tracey's hand. "Anemone...but most people call me Ann." She says as she shakes. The tension starts to leave and she can feel herself starting to smile. "I kinda thought, at first, dad was the god of jelly or something, wind kinda came right out of no where" She says with a little laugh, waving at the area around her head. }