Heart made of glass, my mind of stone Tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Cosette perked up at his confirmation that this was in fact the Hallows. She lifted her head higher to get a better view of the scenery around her, and with her better vantage point, she was able to quickly spot his grandmother when the woman turned her attention to them at the sound of Indigo’s voice. Almost instantly, she realized what he had meant when he warned her that his grandmother could be intimidating. She wasn’t quite as large as Indigo, but somehow her presence seemed much heavier than his, and the weight of her gaze as it fell on the tiny girl was enough to make her want to shrink down and hide in the plush fur of his mane.
She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and waited for Indigo to stop walking before she carefully slid off his back. The impact from her less than graceful dismount sent shockwaves up her stiff limbs, but she bit back the impulse to wince. She wished she had asked more questions about his grandmother before they came, to have a better idea of how to not get off on the wrong paw but it was too late for that now and all she really had to go on was what she had learned about authority from her old home. She didn’t know how well it would translate here, given that it seemed things were done much differently than she was used to.
She dipped her head, keeping her gaze low, her toes digging into the cold ground. Normally, she would introduce herself, but it somehow felt wrong in that moment. Should she wait for Indigo to explain? Or would it be better if she took the chance to speak up? "I’m Cosette…" Her voice was quiet and uncertain, and as much as she wanted to look to Indigo for reassurance, she made herself look to Resin, hoping that she might make a good enough impression now to be given a chance here.
